Cloaked in Grey

i, a child, shadowed among nature’s woes.

with my eyes peering on hints of greys,

i was in disgrace with the world too dreary.

and feelings mismatch the colour theory.

paints, all too familiar, looked the same.

my landscape pictures a mad atmosphere,

but i’m only sane, no luck to become an artist

when melancholia is splattered in canvases.

but i knew chameleons flash in vibrant hues,

and i longed to keep one, bigger than my shoe.

if i’m camouflaged to the greys of hollowness,

i need a chameleon cloaked to the colourfulness.

/part one/



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