Color in the Mirror

The cold colorless corridor

Engulfs a glimpse of promise

At the low of your trial.

 

The tone of the future narrowed

With your focus trailing behind.

 

Eyes in the mirror

Never looking ahead 

Color trudging through your tribulation.

 

Altering the expected is exclusively achieved

When the color behind

Is used alone to avail the present.

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
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