Colorless Soul

If I paint the abyss will you let me stay

Give me my monsters and walk away.

I’ll dust in some yellows and orange and red

So the sun looks like rising over the dead.

Swirls of yellow and pink, as the sun doth set,

The colors of night filled with regret.

Is it really the color, or don’t you care?

My darkness that always leads to despair.

Why is color such a demand?

There is beauty in all, even the damned.

If I paint the abyss will it change your mind

Or turn your eyes and leave me behind.

If I expose to you my colorless soul,

Will you see me in pieces or a broken whole?

Laura Chowanski 4/19/13

Photo is from a painting of Madame Bijou