"Colorblind"

@Uootem

curiously fantastical images inundate my mind
          causing familiar wondering to occupy my thoughts
                    about the world in which I now live...
                              dealing with love lost yearnings all painted blue and green
                    about the world we once shared...
                              memories of love when you cared with reds, yellows and pinks
                    about the world I long for...
                              with all its future-fulfilled hopes... the golden ending of a rainbow
    if its' color was only black and white
            if it could be colorblind to all the intense emotions
                    would I be able to see it more clearly...
                              could I at last believe it more fully?

Do all the pictorial colors serve to disorient me
          by the way that they blend and fade together... changing constantly,
                        achromatizing images before me...
                                    then coloring reappearing with another emotion
    I need to know their true color or no color at all...
            black and white would be easier to contend with
                    no longer would I have to guess, where is the truth
                              I would know... no longer could I be deceived by some color
                    when the poets words are written
            don't I see truth or know it a falsehood?
        no guessing... no speculating... and no more pretending to myself.

Words are black and white on the poet's page
    but they are laced with vivid colors...
          colors that I believed... but should not have
              a rainbow does not deceive me
                      why then do black and white words?
              perhaps color is not my enemy...
                      perhaps just the confusion of my life causes the deception
              perhaps the poets words deceive...
              veiled words, emotional words, colorful phrases that please the ear,
                        delivered with a smile... filled with the colors of hope
let life be vivid and alive with color
        its the poet who should be colorblind
                  then perhaps he would not deceive me with his words...
                                nothing is black and white... I have learned today.