Missing Colors

And then the
rain falls again
And the fog
rises in my head
And I am weighed down,
soaked in the rain
And the gray
creeps across my skin
And I look at myself
and weep for my missing colors.

Reviews

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

I loved this. Dark and haunting. Creates a mood with vivid imagery. Love "weep for my missing colors" So poignant and well-written.