A Colourless Nightmare
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Michael Darma, Grade 7
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Poetry
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2015
How alien has our world come to be?
I wonder why, when and what made colours vanish from thee,
Lands, cities, seas and oceans,
Colours all rotten, and beauty has broken,
Crowding lifeless shades of black and grey overlay
The dark destructions of that very day.
As Nature’s essence drain into desolation
And cherished colours depletes into oblivion,
Sorely, no hope or longing dream is in vision.
I ought to know how alien this world has come to be…
For I know that this is only a futile dream, perhaps a nightmare…
A colourless nightmare.