Monochromatic

Tom Wood

The world

Life

Does it have a meaning?

All my pain, all my strife

Is sticking without reasoning

 

I see what you see

My eyes are the same

But the question remains

That stupid black stain

On my eyes, complains

 

My life is so empty

The room lit is scarce

No one there to comfort me

No one that ever cared

 

The silence is deafening

Then again, what wasn’t?

The monotonous room engulfing

What wasn’t there before

 

With darkness on my mind

And curiosity hanging on my heart

I start to hear the beating, the beating

That chimed with my heart

 

This feeling of hope

It gave me light

Causing my room

The sudden change, it flew

To change the living rue

 

A world in black and white

A soul without a soul

Bringing back to light

What was lost

What was gone

And what they stole

 

I started to hear fizzing

And saw my life’s fine static

I sat down a while

My pants always the same style

My shirt covered in black goo

 

Don’t call me crazy

It is fair I am frantic

Don’t judge my actions post-haste

Because of you, I am monochromatic

 

  • Author: Tom Wood (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 7th, 2018 17:37
  • Comment from author about the poem: My poems come out dark most times, and this one was one of my first ones. I wrote it at a time where I didn't have any friends, and the friends I had talked trash about me behind my back. I felt like all the color in the world had left me. That is why I wrote this, to get my emotion out in this poem. I have many others I wrote around this same issue, but that is for another day.
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