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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