Color Poem
I walk alone on a path, covered with white grass and a never ending distance.
No color is flushed over the environment because no color can be decided
for the feeling I feel.
Nothing is true to its own color or physical feature.
It’s only an object to god,
but I’m the one that stands out before him.
I ask him to give me color.
I ask him to let me show that I
have a soul worth saving,
but his decision is to let me look for a
rainbow and to find the true color of life.
