Memories of what I wanted to be just a long day

I opened my eyes and remembered have thought

Where did the colour go?

There was no sensation

the world have them take off?

Should I look for them? No

I accepted them and rest, and rest… and rest.

The light was insipid, discomfort forthcoming

My life had been changing the cones no responding

But everything is the same I just can't contemplate

The nights were elapsing and I got impatient

as a matter of course

Promptly dense paint gave me hugs

I knew when I felt the floor,

From the knock of the fall

vestiges of colours turned up

I DIDN'T WANT TO SEE THEM ANYMORE!

I was annoyed by their gone

The wine was the first to pop up

Their mesmerizing tone

had me as crazy all day long

However, my family broke us up

It was a rebel grave but it made me realize

Pink, brown and cream were around

The yellow was the last to arrive

But the funniest and lovely one.