Grey

As the light reflects off the glass,

Showering me in its spectrum,

I lie encased in blinding light,

And linger in a second of darkness.

Unseemingly thoughts combust in my mind,

Ignited by the fire of fight,

To no longer linger after the unattainable,

To try and find,

That one form that fills the mould of my empty soul.

My fingers drift on an endless plane,

Flitting through scraps of recylced memories,

Trying to find the one where it began,

To pinch it out and remove.

As my eyes glance over the hazy exterior,

They are suddenly able to see that grey,

The grey of the interior,

And they remain focused as the colours slowly spill in.

Voices guide me through the actions,

Of monotonous daily life,

Reminding me of worth and faith,

In myself and in more,

Without more than a second touch,

They creep around my nerves,

Numbing my senses.

And as I lie in my blinding spectrum,

Searching for that flitting image,

Or seeking that moment of darkness,

I am embodied, I am falling,

I am beyond the colour you painted me.