Where Did the Colors Go
Draining the colors making them gray
sucking the life out of the day
depression's soft pillow of unceasing sleep
swallow some pills, veg-out don't weep
Life is a caldron of bubbling brew
mixing, blending and rendering hues
with no distinct colors and no flying high
Sleep in the dark crevice of bitter denial
Let me cry in the cradle of unspoken verse
Let me wallow in thoughts of feelings perverse
I'll die in this spiral of unending fear
I've lost all my colors I'm no longer here
© Paul Viel 2001
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