Angles of Color

I'll be me
and you be you,
but chances are
we can't be two;

For I see
what you're blind to -
and chances are
I'm blind to you.

Few can see
the skies of blue,
in shades of black
the way I do.

And few know
how gray the hue
a sunrise shines
with darkened view.

Reviews

[emipoemi]

Holy whoah! This goes quite deep. I very much enjoyed it! Well done!

[D. P. Sumner]

Thanks! I'm glad you enjoyed it.

[John the Baptist]

I think this brief effort tells us how someone with depression views the world. This grim disease makes even blue skies seem black and sunrises devoid of color. The poem is both subtle and nicely rhymed. Well done.