Nameless

Amerigo



Born into a monochrome world,

I never knew another way.

“Ignore the surrounding blackness”,

That's what the people always say,

“And focus only on the white,

Like a telescope in the night.”

 

In a whirlwind of chance events

I find myself in a cloudy mist.

Fumbling and grasping about,

Without knowing why I persist,

I emerge into a strange world,

Full of colors mixed and swirled.

 

It's so varied and beautiful.

Every soul emanating,

A unique aura of color,  

Yet, none are discriminating

“Welcome friend”, voices summon,

“There's a place for all who come in.”

 

But do I really belong here,

Having this pure white soul of mine?

“Look into yourself”, I'm told.

The sight sends shivers down my spine.

I also have a special hue,

Similar to more than a few.

 

“Look to the sky”, someone says.

It's all white save for some black specks.

“What are those dark spots”, I ask.

“They are hatred’s many aspects,

Always hanging over each head,

The cause of our horror and dread”.

 

Then let's erase those vile smudges,

Or mask them with many bylaws!

“No, it can only be destroyed,

By eliminating the cause,

That hides behind the veil of black,

Waiting for a chance to attack.

 

Someone must go across and fight

I will go, but not just me,

It will take an army of us all,

To conquer that foul enemy

With all our colors unified

Let's cast our brilliant light worldwide.

 

The brightness will reveal all truths,

Tearing down that awful curtain,

Showing each soul it's true colors,

Making our victory certain.

With every shadow undone,

Then we can live in peace as one.

  • Author: Amerigo (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 2nd, 2018 08:30
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Lorna

    Well said - Love this!

    • Amerigo

      Thank you. Do see anything that can be improved?

    • Lorna

      Nothing really except maybe a slight change in cadence once in a while - when you read to yourself, let it flow like a song and if you "hiccup" at some point, just smooth out the words (or sometimes eliminate one). Does that make sense or help? This hardly had a hiccup.

    • Amerigo

      I tried to maintain a meter of 8 syllables per line, counting internal commas as syllables.

    • Lorna

      Then you are more disciplined than me! I just "head out" and smooth it over later! ha ha............

    • Amerigo

      Ha ha. This is later. The original has no structure at all.

      http://www.asexuality.org/en/topic/166871-untitled-poem-maybe-has-potential-to-be-one/



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