Yellow

Would you like to see me?

Both the fictitious image,

They’ve so artfully created-

The freakish puzzle,

They’ve fabricated pieces to complete ,

And the one that is my own reality?

Because you see,

They see a mosaic of the sun,

A blend of lemon, amber,

Gold and joy,

Something akin to a humble warmth.

Like the relaxing rays from the sun,

Softly shining and encasing everyone,

In a warm,

Subtle,

Glow.

They see joy and they see life!

They see happy and they see bright!

They don’t see what I see.

This so called humble warmth,

Not really so humble-

More like an inferno of an,

Intense,

Blinding,

Heat.

This fiery yellow,

So strong and feverous,

That it slowly…

Burns.

And it’s no longer a warm subtle glow-

But a blazing,

Blinding,

Vehemence of yellow.

I too see a mosaic of the sun!

Risky and blinding,

Scorching-

Yellow.

And just like the sun,

I will eventually collapse.

The pressure of it all-

Will no longer be balanced,

Leaving me no choice but to violently cave in on myself,

In just the blink of an eye.

Leaving all,

But a barely visible,

Fading streak,

Of a faint, flickering yellow,

In a cloud of dust,

Slowly dispersing into…

Nothing.