Sometimes I choose not to see them.
Like how I can turn the taste of my food off.
This feels stale, standing with worry and anxiety makes life so pale.
Frail, Blood, blood, blood, blood, blood.
If I don’t see the color, I don’t want to paint.
If I can’t taste the food, I don’t want to eat.
a disease.
Snowflakes and good feelings, I like colors surrounding me.
Playing bright music, and smelling creative food to eat
I miss the people and the roar of the concert
Suddenly the weather just changed, and we all went inside for months.
From spring to summer
Summer to fall
And fall to winter
Back to May now
My poetry familiarizes me with the accent of a circle.
The pause of a period, and
The use of repetition.
The abstraction of my poetry can leave me in the dark.
I seen enough.
In the dark
True colors can leave you with nothing at all.
About the Creator
Ava Spolec
I am writing
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