Melancholy Meets Imagination
Darkness harbours Light.

I come from ruin and waste.
I was no-one - born in bad taste.
I bore my Dad's malice,
๐๐ฎ๐ข๐จ๐ช๐ฏ๐ข๐ต๐ช๐ฐ๐ฏ my Palace.
Kicks and thumps - bruises and bumps.
My art seized - taken for months!
What more does a child need
Than to ask questions and read?
"He's just a bad child," the doctors would say.
The bullies just hit me because I looked gay.
Hateful teachers filled me with dread;
Chest constricting, my face blood-red.
Passion endured - like a bright reddish flame.
Reason allured - my life a dreaded game
Of playing with thoughts;
Thoughts now clouded by inner Demons -
Stormy - grey, black, and streaks of gold -
Thoughts confounded by my flight from Eden
And by their ugly, nasty warts.
At sixteen, I'd trek out into the city
So pristine, dark but light, bold but so pretty;
Eyes rolling into my skull on Mandy,
Always getting back just fine and dandy.
Foxes howled, and gusts swept the dust.
Thugs scowled - ๐ ๐ฎ๐ถ๐ด๐ต ๐จ๐ฆ๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ฃ๐ถ๐ด.
'Twas like treading in Hell.
Stillness pierced me like steel blades.
Silence muffled me like black waters.
Visions of green entranced me -
I was under its Spell.
Beautiful brickwork and homely inns.
Exquisite artwork! My life begins!
Here, this new place fueled my ๐๐ฎ๐ข๐จ๐ช๐ฏ๐ข๐ต๐ช๐ฐ๐ฏ -
But hindered for months by procrastination.
Broken by my depression,
I just needed a profession.
They all said I needed "experience"
'Tis elusive.
I felt alone -
It drove me delirious - and reclusive.
A village shop miles out took me on,
With no buses at night,
I braved motorways on foot,
But everything I did was always wrong.
Down the spiked hills and pitfalls and roundabouts;
I needed "experience" and had to be strong.
A metal monstrosity soared above me!
Like a mighty, whooshing falcon made of steel.
Never had I ever seen a plane so up close!
Life was cinema, full of wonder and appeal.
I danced with the daisies in the East,
But now, bluebells blossom in the West.
For me - adventure begins anew.
For me - the ๐๐ฎ๐ข๐จ๐ช๐ฏ๐ข๐ต๐ช๐ฐ๐ฏ spews.
Now, I resolve to live.
After all these tests, I'm so much stronger.
I am still no-one,
But for how much longer,
When I have the Rainbow to give?


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