Colourblind

As the day rolled by;

And the moonless night brought its gloom, a voice inside me screamed and cried.

With thousands of thoughts in my head, I roamed the city with lost hopes.

The dawn brought a myriad of emotions.

The sun rays for which I used to pray once, I pray for darkness instead.

Light hurts now; maybe I am just too used to dark.

Or have fallen in love with its blankness.

There is something about not seeing the color and the shapes around.

There is something about being colorblind.

There is something about not being conscious of your surroundings.

The colors once I was in love with, burned me with their radiation.

There is nothing much beautiful to see anymore; or maybe I am not capable to perceive.

The burning heat of the sun, the chaotic surrounding, the horns of the vehicles.

I want to shut them all, waiting for the night to take over again.

I threw my sleeping pills into the darkness to listen to the silence of the night.

To enjoy being colorblind.

To see the whole world wrapped in peaceful black.