Thread: Untitled (The ambition to see again)

The color, it flashes swiftly over my eyes
I only catch a brief click of it
For that short second I feel intense warmth
An unknown happiness seizes my body

My eyes reel all the way to the back of my head
I never expected to see a color in my world
The universe I walk is dark and empty
Feeling and sound dominate my senses

But for that scant breath my eyes were dazzled
The low frequency wavelengths are still running through me
All I can even think about is that beautiful color
Alas, I do not know the name

Maybe if I do this thing again I'll see it
My heart might beat again, it might even race
The noise of it's beat reaching to my ears and booming
Mentally I tell myself to remember a question

Once I return home I must ask Benji something
The color was everywhere, my hands, the walls
I know exactly what I saw, what I must see again
I'll ask him what color blood is called.

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This is another English assignment. Part of a huge autobiography thing. The assignment was titled Color your World, I think I did this wrong though. I didn't talk about red extensively and I didn't really add in any information on it's background... well, I got something out this.

And if you didn't get the whole my world is dark and empty thing, the person talking in the poem is blind... he just killed someone and saw blood, rather the color red.

Enjoy.