I colored the rainbow today,
too many shadows lingering,
wanting to play on the skips
of children….

Many facets I hold, shades
of secret places to corner,
to play with darkness.

Grey plays peek-a-boo
on a bruise refusing to
come out and paint innocence.

Even crayons can create monsters,
in young imaginations..

Playing in my head, psychotic delusions,
all to keep the voices smiling, to
find escape in insanity.

I am never to be understood in a world
of black and white, so I stay in my hue
and sing silently to the dead, muted in