Colour

A poem on my current outlook and desire in life

Grey hues adorn the walls of my world
Each step down the hall as colourless as the last
Occasionally a splash of joyous colour fills a room
Only to mute and return to a sullen grey

Eyes dreary, scan the pictures on the walls
Drifting from scene to scene, face to face
Empty grey eyes staring through me
Ashen smiles, frown and smirks meet my gaze

I long to see their colour, their bright expression
Just a faint hint of colour to emanate
But none of the pictures change
They all keep coming and going in the same fashion

My mind holds a dream, a desire, a cherished hope
That one picture will ignite the colour in my world
One that will not dim, but flourish it's warmth continuously
Filling every hall, every room, every facet until the grey fades

Yet here my grey world revolves, waiting, watching, hoping
For the colour to return and remain until the end
Embracing me with it's warm, loving arms
Smiling as my lips press against it, washing away all garish thought.

~West

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[Lisasview]

Good morning,
First read of yours and I did enjoy it. As a water colour artist I relate to the thought of colors.
Colors taking over grey moods and grey thoughts. Colors opening doors ....
I particularly liked these lines of your.
My mind holds a dream, a desire, a cherished hope
That one picture will ignite the colour in my world
One that will not dim, but flourish it's warmth continuously
Filling every hall, every room, every facet until the grey fades
feel these four lines tells it all.
I wrote a poem in my early twenties about grey people. I have not posted it yet.
I do have a few poems you might like. My newest poem Awaken is quite different from anything I have ever written... You might like it....
Lisa, from California, now in Spain