I wrote a poem, but then I erased it
I was too scared to face the faces
They would have looked at me clueless
They wouldn’t understand

My poem was about emotions
I described them through colors
About how colors are scattered
And how people see them as one shade

My poem told a story of complexity
About what visuals are real
My poem gave similes of simplicity
And the pain a brain can feel

My poem explained how a child grew
A boy who came from one land
Where his colors radiated through the trees and ocean shine
And another land where they were locked in barbed wire cages

The boy had nobody to show his colors to
Nobody cared in either land
So he slammed his head against the walls
Until gold and rose was painted

He thought that they would have no choice
They had to see his colors now
Theirs no way you could pass it up
The ever changing aura

As the boy laid in his colors
He faded fast, slipped away
He was awoken by electric sounds
And a familiar face

A man stood over the boy
And gave him a helping hand
They walked through forested glaciers
For hours they spoke

The man gave a faint smile as
He led the boy to tombstones
These quickly disintegrated
And then, more familiar faces

The man called to the boy from a distance
He jokingly said “were both bold as love I guess”
The boy walked towards the voice
And followed it for eternity

I wrote this poem, but I erased it
I was too scared to face the faces
They would have looked at me clueless
They wouldn’t understand