Yes I'm Colorblind!



One can find their pieces back...


Depression is not a choice, 
It is a force applied, 
Unhealed and scary,
Asked to see the colors when things are color blind. 

Life's motive fades away, 
Hope loses its way 
Everything stares with despondency
Reasonable explanations don’t work as a remedy,

Sweet moments, never tastes the same,
The sight for life itself defames,
Right or wrong probably just names,
As there is no meaning they attain.

All the lost pieces will come together,
The quirky thoughts and unlisted feeling will be better,
So throw away all the toxic things,
And make yourself a steady binge.  

In times like these, we have to keep in mind, 
It's all okay to be a little messed up and color blind,
A resilient battle which you are going to win,
In end, you will feel better again, not just yet but after a while,
Stay indestructible because you will come back to life! 



(If this poem helped you a little bit, do share your thoughts.)


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