Color of You: Chapter 1

The twisting grey next to me
Is in pure agony
Wanting to see
Wanting to be free

The jumping yellow in front
Seems to be blunt
Having no stunt
Having no cut

The quiet sitting blue
Stares off into the moon
seeing, not true
seeing too soon

The withering blind red
Is chained to the bed
smelling instead
The small peeking head

The vulnerable white
seems to be in plight
With this warring sight
Of a never-ending fight