Coloured Demise

10 Apr

Covered in black,
Thou are clouded with grey.
Lost in a forest of rainbows
Too blind to see the colours
That paint the canvas of my demise.

The colours of my demise,
They are blindingly beautiful.
One look and you’re hooked,
Drawn to the paper leaves
With the colours of my demise.

Spirals of pastel shades
Cascading over the canvas.
The paint still wet,
Brushes dripping at your feet
Pitter pattering my demise.

Sketched diagrams in blues,
Only to be drawn in green.
The plan for life glows a bright red
Never did it appear mottled
All along shading my demise.

Now the easel frays
Worn by the bristles held tight
No longer stable, no virgin white
Time hath not been kind.
Just kindly colouring my demise.

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Posted by on Tuesday 10th April, 2012 in Poetry


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