No Colours

If everything was black and white
The world would never turn out right.
For life needs colours, reds and blues,
Without them our mankind would lose.
Words would not intrigue the mind.
People would be colour blind.
Everything'd be simple and clear
If colours were to disappear.

Trapped

Trapped
In a worls unknown
Strange apparitions
Flicker past
Quickly realized
Soon forgotten
Round and round
In circles turning
No escape
Lost forever in this foreign land

A path appears
Straight and lighted
A hollow at the end
An exit
To what?

A new world
An empty world
A real world

Wanting back
To the swirling masses
To the hundred thousand flashes
Of things known
Not known
And best forgottens
A world more real than the outside
Life

Circle

Sitting silently, smudging smoke.
Friends face forward
Sharing secret sadnesses.
Tears and fears appear.
Pouring pains puncture placidness.
Released ragged ragings
Heal hoarded hurts.

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