Poetry
B
Colourblind Coffee black, and Egg white, I see things from the inside, Upside-down, and inside-out, but colourless without a doubt. I'll never see the colour of a rainbow, or the grass beneath the white snow, I'll never know the fireworks, or the read of blood when it hurts. Ebony and Ivory, Flowers grey and milky, a candle burning bright, thought a negative, my sight. I'll never know the blue sea, or know the blue sky, The shades only change, from day to shadowed night. I am colourblind, Coffee black. and Egg white.
