Numb
Reality fades
As fiction becomes truth
Sounds blend to static
As my ears start to bleed
I’m walking on the moon
As the birds sing
An entrancing lullaby
And the sky melts
From blue to pink
While the rain washes
The color from my eyes
My every hair stands on end
To hear the colors
My ears can’t see
I close my eyes
Light still comes in
As the open
My world goes dim
Ain’t this great
I’m numb again
To hear the colors
My ears can’t see
LOVE those lines
~amberkytti~
I love the comparisons that you have in this poem. They are very beautiful.