Grey
I wander in the bleakness
of a world that was once colorful.
No longer is my world drowning in
your hues,
so saturated that I gain a headache.
Everything is one bland color: Grey.
Magic
Magicians make things disappear and appear.
Just like that coin behind your ear
or that rabbit in that hat.
Their assistants are always pretty.
How is it they get cut in half?
Does the magician not think that hurts?
You disappear then reappear, nnnnn
yelling “Abracadabra!”
as you jump in and out of my world
I was your pretty assistant.
You cut me in half.
Did you not think any of this would hurt?!
God of Seasons
and as the cold breeze picks up
and my teeth chatter
i realize the bite of the cold
was never the weather
and as the sun begins to shine
and my skin glows
i realize the comfort of the warmth
was never the weather
and as the rain pours down
and my clothes are soaked
i realize the bleakness of the sky
was never the weather
and as the tornadoes dance wildly
and my ears ring with the alarms
i realize the intensity of the chaos
was never the weather
and as the thunder gets louder
and my eyes flash with lightening
i realize the loud crashing
was never the weather
the cold no longer bites
i live in everlasting warmth
the sky’s no longer bleak
the chaos disappears
the crashing no longer exists
and as my vision finally clears
i adapt to all weathers
i buy umbrellas,
i build a shelter
and i finally get that coat i always wanted
all this to protect me
from another god who will bring storms
another god who will dictate my life
or maybe, just maybe
the next god will grow me flowers
and bring everlasting prosperity
