Laments of the Emotionless

Colour blind or sad?

Supposedly others see colour.

I'm meant to believe rainbows

are not just characteristic to fairy tales,

That trees really change colour in autumn?

But I don't see it.

My world exists in shades.

The sunset is not pink

or red

or orange.

All I see is grey.

Cold. 

Dead.

Grey.

Author's Note

To continue my odes to mental destruction.

Reviews

[Amber Lily]

Wow, well that sad. Haha but I think the only reason for that is because color blind people have to hear about all of the colors from the people with normal vision. If we all saw without color, it wouldn't seem so dead, and we would find beauty within it somewhere. Beauty is in everything, color or not :)

[Riley Justine]

This poem is referring to the colourless and emotionless life those with depression often experience. But thank you for your thoughts! The last part is especially insightful :)

[Deco]

This is worth reading twice, really. Aside from the fact that this is good, this is really, really good. Good work.

[Riley Justine]

Thank you so much! I appreciate the review :)

[Deco]

Not at all. keep writing.

[Asante]

This is extremely vivid with imagery, which I'm finding out that you do really well. :)

I enjoyed this, I felt it.
It reminded me of a piece I'd written a while back named "Grayscale Heart".
That bleak world of grayness is something that we both can relate to and articulate well, it seems.

"I'm meant to believe rainbows
are not just characteristic to fairy tales,
That trees really change colour in autumn?

But I don't see it." -- Really loved this bit.

Exceptional work, Riley.

[Riley Justine]

Thank you so much! I believe I read that one of yours! Thank you for always reviewing :)