I am a reluctant host to the Color.
It’s never fully realized, ever mercurial;
Just dying to seep from my pores and eyes and flow from my mouth
and escape, far away, to places I’ve never been able to see
To sink through the floorboards of the homes owned by sensation.
Maybe, just maybe, tonight, when I close my eyes against the pulsing music
The Color will break free and leave me and my dull life behind,
because if there’s one thing it deserves, it’s to be rid of me and my inhibitions
and leave me monochrome.
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I think there is a dark aspect to this piece that could be built upon. I think you might have been able to make some more dramatic parallels between life and colorlessness. I LOVE the fact that you personified colour.
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