Early hour poetry rants
Colors - awakened blues and greens
Beautifully tease me as I accept
I know I can never have them
But there they are - right in front of me.
I see them once in a while
A fleeting glimpse of anxious normalcy
As arms gather and swallow me whole,
Leaving only my echo behind
I remember these colors
And the fight to see as others do
As I scream for this small flashes
How might those who see prevent me?