5 Colours

By John Rahme

Five colours engulf my life.

Five colours control my being.

A blend of those colours I must create to breathe.

A mixture of colours I must see.

Dull in their nature to look at, is not bright.

But to see their grey nature lightens my load.

Heavy chains I carry over my shoulders.

I have no permission nor right to rest.

If I fall, the earth will not stop.

Colours, those five will keep me continued.

From the hotness of the sun, unsympathetic of the moon.

The birds of prey whom hunt, hunt for me well.

Five colours I do need by no choice of mine.

A contract made in ill and sick times.

Five colours I am sentenced to and with.

Every day, a procedure which will never end for me.