A World With No Color

The ghostly, dark shadows creep along the edges of the ground like an oncoming wave that blankets the gritty sand.

A hush falls, tumbling into the darkness. The lyrical sound of life is extinguished like a candle’s flame.

The color bleeds out of my veins, leaving nothing but a barren, icy starkness around.

What happened to me?

Once, there was vibrance and joy, an affection for what I was once able to give. No longer.

You trespassed one too many times.

Robbing me repeatedly.

Piercing into my veins, searching for my black gold.

It was never enough, though; your quest for more riches will outweigh my worth.

The once-light fresh air, perfumed with sweet herbal freshness, has turned into an acidic scent from the scorched earth upon which you lay.

My trees have been ripped out of the land like weeds from a garden. Nature’s playground for all creatures left trembling and jostling to homes no more.

Blossoms and fields that were rich with hues of flaming reds, pale greens, and bronze are no more.

They have been drained by the thrashing torment of your digs. Your deadly destruction will invite death closer to your door.

All we had to do was live together in harmony, but that was not enough for you.

The never-ending demands feel like chains squeezing out my radiances. The boiling point is surging at an alarming rate.

I can’t handle the pressure you are putting on me.

The wrath of Gaia amplifies my voice, which I have been trying to suppress. My mother, the goddess of Earth, has risen out of the darkness like a phantom on Halloween night.

Her rage will speak with an unrelenting force you have never seen — an onslaught of the biting rains — and will submerge you into the deep darkness of the sea.

The stormy winds will dance with the shadows, like a fiery tango of partners savagely trying to take the lead.

A dangerous game of cat and mouse.

Suppress me no more, for only you can make this metamorphose.

Turn to me and show your tenderness. A shift can be a chain reaction that causes a tidal wave of radiance.

Make me feel like I am worth fighting for. Find another way to have us live in harmony. I am worth more than the treasures deeply buried inside me.

Turn to a different set of lenses that could end my tormented, darkened world.

Aren’t you tired of seeing me only through ashen eyes?

Look at the damage you’ve done to me. You are walking a tightrope, one that will not end with brightness.

If you are unwilling to change your lens or too afraid to see me in a different light, then until you are ready, I will remain a world with no color.

Thank you for reading.

This was originally posted on Medium.