Often times I find
My world can turn to gray
The colors that I’m used to
Just up and fade away
I search in desperation
To find some shred of life
In a world that I am losing
Yet gray even takes my strife
There is no sense of suffering
When I'm inside that gray
Just a subtle hollow
No joy, no fear, no pain
I fight against that monotone
That threatens to dissolve my soul
I know if I get in to far
It could consume me whole
But everywhere I look
I only see the same
No hint of other color
No sign to keep me sane
When I cannot find those colors
In the wide, wide world outside
I turn to whats inside me
And bring out what I would hide
Inside there is a sorrow
It feels like a deep, dark blue
At times it threatens to drown me
As I fight to make it through
Yet any sense of feeling
Even ones against which I pray
Can push back the hollow
That is the void of gray
I swim with failing passion
Against that deep blue sea
To keep my head above it all
And find some way to be
The blue holds back the gray
If only just in part
At least I feel something
Though it pains my heart
I think “Am I broken
To dive into despair
Just to run from nothingness?”
And I know it isn’t fair
But then I spot the spark
That the dimming passion brings
The faintest tinge of red
In that dark blue stormy sea
I hold onto it with both hands
And wish with all my might
To grow that feeble spark
Into a brilliant light
And as the passion grows
Red joins blue and gray
And suddenly a new color
Appears among this fray
The red and blue commingle
One a fire, one a sea
The lights of contrasting emotions
Birth a Purple light in me
It blazes into life
And burns back the hollow gray
Stirring again the world around
To color I hope stays
The gray that I sometime feel
Is so hard to dispel
But even hard emotions
Serve purpose in this well
Those emotions are responses
To ever changing life
To physical and mental
Battles that we fight
I work to slowly drain myself
Of that deep blue malaise
But while it is here
I’ll acknowledge its place
And the bright red burning passion
That I feel for what’s held dear
Will lift me up and hold me
Secure against my fears
So when the gray approaches
Or the blue risks my life
The red that is my passion
Blends to bring my Purple light
About the Creator
Dante Cross
Having written privately for decades, I have decided to start working towards writing more publically. I will pursue a variety of topics from fiction, fantasy, and poetry, to personal experience, to politics and science, and personal essays
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