Colors

Darkness is all I can see,

My other senses are keen as can be,

But all I see is black.

People try to explain the colors,

Friends, family and others,

But all I see is black.

Red, they say is like an apple,

And the color of your cheeks in the cold, cold winter,

But all I see is black.

They say it is the streak of a cardinal flying in the woods,

And the color of the ribbon tying a package of baked goods,

But all I see is black.

Yellow, they say is the color of the sun,

That when you see it you think of summer and fun,

But all I see is black.

They say it is the color of a tulip glowing in a meadow,

And of Rapunzel’s hair flowing out the window,

But all I see is black.

Green, they say is the color of the grass,

Of the leaves of trees and the stems of plants,

But all I see is black.

They say it is the color of the weeds in the sea,

And the color of the money that pays for everything,

But all I see is black.

Blue, they say is the color of the sky,

The color you see under the clouds floating by,

But all I see is black.

They say it is the color of the ocean waves,

And the color of the raindrops on the windowpane,

But all I see is black.

Purple, they say is the color of a butterfly,

It is a cold color, its not warm, but shy,

But all I see is black.

They say it is the color of an ice-cold grape Popsicle,

And the color of the stain that to get out, is impossible,

But all I see is black.

Black is the one that I can see,

The color of monsters and demons and everything scary,

And all I see is black.

It’s the color of depression and sadness,

There is no happiness or gladness

And all I see is black.