First Experience with Two-Toned PoetryOne day I was a deep green-First Experience with Two-Toned Poetry by LoBeIsCoWaHiNH
Young; full of vitality,
Always looking forward,
Overnight I turned to a greyish-blue-
Wise beyond my years,
Head low to the ground,
Forever marching forward,
The colors of SnowThe light of the morning sun intrudes upon my refuge. Sleeping, my skin had casted off the colors of the snow and, now, bathed in white, I recoil from the approaching layer which has descended upon me; into the greyest corner that is known to me.The colors of Snow by LoBeIsCoWaHiNH
As time passes, so does the light through the slats, marking off each minute of my mindless seclusion and beckoning my break from reality. I sit, thinking nothing, on my knees, lost in the white. There is no sound to accompany me.
The light has moved by thirty degrees, a ticking infringes just beyond my age of hearing. With each passing minute, it comes closer to reality. Frightened, I take to my sheet to block out the light.
Underneath its grace, the world is mottled; my breath reverberates back to me and warms my nerveless face. Eventually, the world shifts from white, to grey, to black, and I am walking.
I walk through the white, underneath my sheet; the ticking is with me, flitting about somewhere above. Occasionally it will pass through m