Mental

Of the three colours in my head
I choose the one that is not red
For red is where my feelings are
Which I try to keep far, far, far, away.

All alone, amidst the swirls
Of purple, orange, pink, and yellow
My cosmic image unravels and unfurls
And I begin to feel quite mellow...

Of the two colours I've left askew
I pick the one that is not blue
For blue is where my sorrow is kept
There have been many shades of blue that I've wept.

All alone, amidst the swirls
Of orange, yellow, purple, and pink
My cosmic image unravels and unfurls
As my mind relaxes and begins to sink

There is only one more colour that remains
Within my tri-chromatic brain
It's an indescribable hue of green
Something so gentle, and so serene

Tell me about them, describe them to me.
You can't, for I am blinded.
For I am blind.

My view of love, sadness, and serenity
Shape my ever expanding vision
To form every shade we know
First through a grand division

Then, against all reason,
A massive colourful fission
To focus on a single point of light
In a great mind bending collision...