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.
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2 comments:
The ending does leave the reader going.. wow. It's great!
The poem keeps the reader on their feet, it feels great to read it.
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