your lack of colour scares me
because you can become anything you eat
drops of water without a zest
white feathers shed by unknown birds
same as indiscrimination in the choice of friends
squealer at work
is tantamount to lack of support
and having them all
knocking at my door
apart from that, you are good
your colourless feathers
will never dive deeper than a damp drum
at the bottom of the tasteless ocean
without your heart involved
as you happen to not own one
picking out my weaknesses
to turn them into miasmatical mud
merely resembling a saint
overlooked on every side
here’s what I’ve become
a miserable machine to watch at night
instead of a telly
flashing, emitting, drilling
never healing
as you should but somehow
your awareness turned into total neglect
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