Born to see the world in colour
Emotion is a life liberator
Easy to cave to pained feelings
Thoughts shadowed by mind dictator

Faceless like a doll, existing
Wishing away life in static years
Talk hits void and rebounds
Escape from dark with lonely tears

Stranded in a cold place
Staying still, no reaction, a dream
Stuck in a neutral mind
Heart organ plays a scream

Become a diagram of former self
Outlined and soulless
Anxious of sane normality
Glimpses of emotion leaves a mess

Ignoring same social attempts
Loneliness breeds isolation
Hands used as ear survivors
Constant noise brings irritation

External self on top of the world
Internal, settled, bottom of ocean
Constantly justify life’s position
In logical terms without emotion

One true feeling felt is fear
Taste, love, sight is it real?
To see life in black and white
Not the colours needed to heal.

By Chris Chant

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