My Mask

Twisting turning, tangled in
Grey and black
Longing for the colors
But I can’t see them
They once danced like the sun
Bright and perfect
Moving with grace
Gone now, leaving only
Darkness and shadow
A place to hide
Not to be seen
Doing things in the dark
Alone without….
No meaning, no reason
Shifting in the dark
Left without.…
No help, no comfort
To strong to stop
Whipping around
Forcing me down
I won’t see
I’m not here
The colors are my mask