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Grey Skies and Graying Thoughts...
#WritcoPoemPrompt81
When I looked inside my thoughts. I did not see colors but shades .. shades of black and white .. mixed together ...
I could feel them piercing my eyes and feet.
My hands felt the shades buring my skin like hot lead going through layers and layers of skin.
When it reached my blood it mixed into a plethora of an unrecognizable concoction.
My thoughts strung by a thread were in a futile struggle to stay relevant and alive. I had the gumtion to fight. To fight, To fight for COLOR.
COLOR HAD TO BE MY ANTIDOTE.
© BinnyThomas83
When I looked inside my thoughts. I did not see colors but shades .. shades of black and white .. mixed together ...
I could feel them piercing my eyes and feet.
My hands felt the shades buring my skin like hot lead going through layers and layers of skin.
When it reached my blood it mixed into a plethora of an unrecognizable concoction.
My thoughts strung by a thread were in a futile struggle to stay relevant and alive. I had the gumtion to fight. To fight, To fight for COLOR.
COLOR HAD TO BE MY ANTIDOTE.
© BinnyThomas83
