Well, I wasn't going to write for a few more weeks but then I got inspired by eclipse-ride (thanks) and decided to write about another character. I'm not sure if it sounds like, because you're the judge of that. And no, I'm not going to give away who it is because my source of entertainment is having you guess. The next poem is here!
Colors are but mere memory,
From the childhood past,
White clouds and green grass,
The reddish orange of sunset,
But sight has come and gone,
Like a passing dream,
Now it is darkness,
Full of black and nothing else,
I still hear things that remind me of sight,
But no sadness fills me,
For the longing of sight is no longer overpowering,
And I am content,
I think sometimes,
If I would ever want sight,
To come out of the comforting dark,
And be what people call normal,
But I drift off to other things,
Because for now I'm in a black protection.
How'd you like it? Because if you do, just send a review saying that you would like to read a new one. That's all you have to do. For the people who already like my poetry, thanks and I'll be looking forward to your reviews. (sorry right now but I'm playing online American Gladiators and I want to win) : )
