The world was empty.
"Sora No," he called it,
For he had been trapped inside
Since the day of his creation.
Here,
There was nothing.
It was a world
Without color,
Without emotion,
Without thoughts,
And without movement.
All because
They refused to understand
And accept.
What they saw was simple.
But,
They were naive,
Simple minded.
For what the should have seen,
Was so much more.
They should have seen
The beauty in emotion.
They should have seen
The movement within the colors.
They should have seen
How this was a powerful thought.
But they didn't.
They saw him
As nothing more than
a simple cube,
And never
Thought about what he
Could
Have been.
YOU ARE READING
Darkened shades
PoetryI lie awake When most have drifted The imaginary pen Racing strokes of blood for ink On the burning pages Hidden from those Of the other side "Let us see..." I say to them For only a brave eye Can catch What remains real Inside my corrupted soul Be...
