Why must I lie here wishing for deliverance
from this mundane blankness that is my black and white life
as I long for the world to be consumed by darkness
so that I may no longer long for color if it does not exist, wondering if
everyone sees the world as I do,
in differing shades of shadow and grey,
realizing that my existence is nothing,
and never caring so that I live for each moment,
each transcended shard of steel glass time that will never exist either in
this broken world.
I see color when I dream,
the world of yesteryear gone by
and now I fear each coming morning,
when I arise and open mine eyes to find the world a mass of pieces,
puzzles broken apart by the unwilling mind of an unknowing child,
the mass unconscious wonderment of us all,
that I don’t seem to be part of.
And all of you look the same to me,
how can I find the one I love if I am part of her
and hate myself,
hiding from the mirror fragments that plague my days,
people blurred grey faces calling from afar,
telling me that I am beautiful,
yet I fear to look into the glass because I know
if I do I will see only them and never myself,
because I am only pieces of others looking for validation in the cracks
between the concrete floorboards of
my prison your house.
Your world, my cage.
 
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