Colours in my head

There are colours in my head,

Throbbing, bobbing,

On and off.

Flashing, crashing,

Through the dark.

Glaring, flaring,

In and out.

Setting alive

The barren

Wasteland

Of loneliness

In my mind

With a patchwork

Carpet of memories

Of love.

I see that pathway

Stretching unendingly

Before me.

Take my hand.

Hold it firmly.

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Copyright 2006 Trevor W. Hampel