Fading Seasons

The earths changing hues,
As seasons melt;
Amalgamating,
As my colour-blind eyes
Watch the achromatic panorama
Fade to black.

The clouds hover above us,
Observing the world
As it falls apart:
Just a skeletal ruin
At our feet.

And I, in my safe solitude,
Can only sit and watch,
Tracing patterns of symbols in the ash
With my fingers.

And all you do is sit,
In your comfy leather chair.
Curtained by your
Clouds of red smoke;
Stained by your laboured breath,
And your internal bleeding:
Forever cloaked in your insecurities.

Perpetually ignorant
To the cancerous infection
You’re inflicting on this
Technicolor monochrome.
            Where neon rainbows lay,
                          And chimerical stars shone;
                                      Acid rain now burns the world.

You hope to escape,
Aspiring to do better
Maladroitly making you debonair pretensions.

Your pretences are asphyxiating me,
These acrid facts blocked out
Behind yours newspaper:

As I sit behind my wall of apathy,
Relinquishing compassion and watching the colours change once more.

And I realise,
I don’t like, this shade of grey.
Perhaps the gutter glitter really does sparkle,
And perhaps those prismatic rainbows,
Really do look better
In black & white.