I usually visualise in full colour, but last night <br />my dreams were in black and white. <br />There were no shades or hints of grey to be seen, <br />then suddenly the white disappeared from sight. <br /> <br />I lay waiting for my visual imagination to click in <br />for I was at a loss in this place without light. <br />My thought processes were apparently functioning, <br />and I began to wonder if my mind was alright. <br /> <br />It offered me several uncomfortable explanations, <br />and that my visual spark was refusing to ignite. <br />My light going out was another stab in the dark, <br />but that was illogical and didn’t seem right. <br /> <br />It was impossible trying to imagine without a vision, <br />but I wasn’t giving up without a fight. <br />Whilst I was still questioning my mental integrity, <br />it awakened to bring back the spectrum of pure delight.<br /><br />Orlando Belo<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-world-without-colour/
