The sunrise hurts my eyes
For the colors are much too vibrant
To these weak eyes
That
For years
Only saw
In black and white
And
Most days they still do
But sometimes it’s easier
The grays are soft
On my tired eyes
But some days
When I open the curtains
To a sky of hot pinks and baby blues
So vivid and bright
They leave me seeing spots
I bear the pain and watch the sky
Because
Painful as it is
It’s nice to remember
How beautiful these colors can be
On those days I can’t that see it
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Gabby Mannuzza
Up and coming poet hopefully. Trying to make a name for myself in the writing community, I hope you enjoy my style of poetry!
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