Ignorant to society
Our ignorance makes colour just an illusion
We latch onto black and white for vision
Purifying our naivety, protecting our fears
Whether it be blood, sweat, or tears; no trace can be found
Recognition is the key to unearth beyond our judgemental lines.
We deny ourselves the truth, yet believe in immortality.
Observing a bag soar through the wind
Can you feel its freedom?
Ever wonder how far its journey will be?
Do you ever question your abilities,
Even if they’re not in reach?
Fighting my way through doubt
I want to express my anger, stand out in the crowd, and shout
Show everyone a rainbow, a rose petal, an oil painting.
Fix their eyes on an existing colour they fail to see so frequently
But I know it’s no use.
I watch in dismay the world falling apart
and within, its tenants of failure
Easy to surrender to their permanent bed without a meaningful life
I pity those who hang on-
Waiting.
Robert Haigh
Mon 14th Sep 2020 07:47
Interesting and poetic thoughts, tinged with melancholy.