Colors of Fear

Colors of Fear

 

I eye the ground before me

Knowing that the stepping stones that will bring me to my fate

lie beneath the floor boards of the stage

 

A cloud of smoke appears only when I close my eyes

but fogs my vision when I open them. 

Will I step out to display my colors

the smoke is purple, and suppressive.

 

I know of nothing but the cloud

it now appears abouve me, when I lay on the tile floor

next to the door that hold my chance of a future

 

The cloud weighs me down

pinned and helt tight against my fears

I need to be ready to escape when the door opens.

The smoke is black and heavy

 

I speak but hear no words

Im listening for the response 

Her voice is clear and sweet

 

I feel no weight 

but the smoke still surrounds me 

Now us, my heart races.

The smoke is red, and passionate

 

I own a brush

I always have 

The colors for the brush are provided by the smoke

 

I have to paint

and use the colors to motivate

I design my own surroundings

with the colors of my own fear 

 

 

 

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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