winter in the midwest, revision

[justcloudy]

revision:

Black, white, cold

Lack of color kills me
slow, cold parasite eating up
morale.

Golden sun faded
straining light
blue sky blighted,
diseased and pale.
Both feeble, cannot entwine
and create earth's green
far below.

Head weary
midday
I'm left gazing down
at weathered boots
and ground of trampled whites
unpure, sorry browns and greys.

Something tugs inside my ribs.

The early creep
of moonlit black
is almost
sweet relief;
perhaps the color
is hiding
behind nighttime's
thick mask

as I seek.

The thought is not enough,
curled inside my room
of orange and green and blue
with every light turned on.
I avoid the window's
somber look,
drag my eyes apart
focus on bright screens
and words from people
far away.


Original:

Lack of color kills me
slow death eating away
at morale.
Golden sun faded
blue sky blighted.
Both feeble, cannot entwine
and create earth's green
far below.

Head weary
midday
I'm left gazing down
at weathered boots
and ground of trampled whites
unpure, sorry browns and greys.

Something tugs inside my ribs.

The early creep
of moonlit black
is almost
sweet relief;
perhaps the color
is hiding
behind the mask
of nighttime,

as I seek.

The thought isn’t enough,
curled inside my room
of orange and green and blue
with every light turned on.
I avoid the window's glare
drag my eyes away
focus on bright screens
and words from people
far away.