Devoid of Colour

A world without hope, without inspiration...

I see nothing but grey clouds;

Rain falling, failing, finding mud and dirt

Beneath bare feet.

It is all a palette of

Black and white;

No sorrow; no happiness-

Nothing but empty grey clouds.

 

This is a world that does not have colour;

A world of blank canvases

And hidden muses;

A world so devoid of life

 It is unsure where it began

And if it will ever end.

 

The pen hovers, the hand slows-

And then, a flash of colour

Flickers across this colourless world.

 

The pen strikes,

The hand moves-

And the grey clouds dissolve

Into swirls of blue

And the brilliance of colour.

Reviews

[CharlyeMonroe]

i didn't know where you were going to go with this piece but i really like how it finishes.

[TJ]

Thankyou very much!