Thursday, October 13, 2005

Dizzy (Bless)

wither
shrivel
die
What?
lost
no idea
she’s blind
can’t see
actions
emotions
thoughts
red
blue
green
blended
into a bland
meaningless brown.
I fade away slowly…
I’m gone.
What’s left?
Is it fear?
Fear of me?
Fear of you?
Fear of us?
Fear of truth?
unclear
and
strange
life just spins
and leaves me dizzy.

3 comments:

Hilachita said...

I definetly love that poem, Esperanza. The color metaphor just says it all. I do think I like the word "dizzy" on a line by itself at the end though.

pinkroses said...

The ending does leave the reader going.. wow. It's great!

Anonymous said...

The poem keeps the reader on their feet, it feels great to read it.