CREATIVE WRITING CATHARSIS: Sight of Distortion
By Jade Lomeli
Chameleon Creative Writing Blogger
The city I live in is too obscure for me
A mere step informs me that I am unwanted
What does it matter to the city?
There are many other citizens he wants to see
Tonight it rains beautiful colored gems all over he
From the glass in front of my eye, my sight is fractured
Through a kaleidoscope my vision is distorted
The beautiful colors, the darkened faces
I cannot see their lovely faces
But what they wear is clear to me
On every corner there is a man
A shadow ordering citizens to go back to their suites
Women all over rush past the shadow,
Clenching their purses tightly,
Going above the store from where they retrieved their bags.
Musky men puffing, laying their feet on a shadows knee
And here it is again
The shadow is a shadow, and nothing more
When will this not happen anymore?
This is the life.
This is the life?
No wonder I am not the one he wants to see
My back only carries a lumpy gray sweater, while my legs drag dark loose jeans
I am not carrying any bags
I walk the city just to see
The luminous lights! The bright buildings! Parks of Green!
But tonight he is so dark to me
Darkness and the colors shine he
Oh Sea! How you have made me blind
All I see is you fracturing the color of my sight!
You have dosed me with your being, not caring how I feel
I drown in your wet
How good it would feel,
If I had control over what you did next
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