Colours
By Michael Jordan Omelon
Forgetting the grays between black and white
Everything else is all-wrong or all-right.
Shock! Stage-fright strikes the amateur painter.
His piece is complete, and yet? Tribulation.
He erupts from within, anticipation.
Judgement of others, wrecking his ego!
So he took his paints, mixed all the colours
Brought to life instead a canvas of black
A shadow of night, cast under the light
Of the only lamp in his lonely shack.
....
The light of the dawn strikes his tired eyes
Deep-rooted anger, not to his surprise
His shame from causing his piece’s demise.
He hated the colours, they brought only pain.
Internalization of emotions?
Well now that you mention it...
it's the same.
Taking a hunched seat on his only chair
And watched as the dust settled in the air
The white of the light of his bulb lit bright
Recalling that within each ray of light
Exists a rainbow; entire spectra
Every colour, just like his TV!
And on it he saw Carmen Electra.
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