Black Grass

The grass is green
The sea is blue
The clouds are white
Oranges are orange
Trees are brown
Plums are purple
Cranberries are red
Canaries are yellow

My heart is black
and cold
and bloodless
and dark

All these colors
All these things

I only see black.

Light

Fire

In my hand

I don't know what to do with this responsibility

I hid the fact for a while

But I'm sure they smell the smoke

Not sure if they’ve yet seen the Light

Sometimes I unconsciously show them

But they still can not see

They are blind to the fact

I can keep hiding

for now