Fading Colors

A world filled with darkness,

Every corner shrouded in shadows.

A mind slowly succumbing to madness,

A heart weakened by sorrow.

Eyes like grime covered windows,

A sightless world without sun filled tomorrows.

Faded colors,

Muted shades,

Many voices without a face,

A world bleached of its entire colour.

 

Half-finished canvasses,

Inspiration ensnared within a disillusioned mind’s crevices,

Drapes concealing a truth,

Like dry flakes of paint in the wind… escapes the artist muse.

 

A blind painter unable to paint,

With shadows his entire world is taint.

His mind begging for release,

Ideas forever on perma-freez.

Imagination desiring to be set free.

A heart hoping to once again beat with glee.

Spark of inspiration.

One gray day,

A spark of inspiration enlightened the blind painter’s way,

Not all hope was lost,

Not everything was truly gone,

Technology could return what once was lost.,

Through Screen readers and keyboards the painter’s dreams would live on.

 

To this spark of inspiration the painter did listen,

For this once hopeless painter blindness would not be the end.

With renewed motivation he trained his writing skills,

Each written word healing his ills.

Like paint brushes his fingers over the keys became,

Eventually his will the painter did reclaim.

 

Every letter formed a word,

Imagination sored to the sky in wings of a bird.

Every word became a colorful swirl,

Giving life to the blind painter’s world.

Renewed inspiration.

Painting with words,

The painter wrote his world.

Each story a true work of art,

Each written from the heart.

 

The painter’s world was still very dark,

But now a bright light shone in his heart.

Writing became his hope and his life,

With painted words the blind painter took each day in strife.

Each story written in vivid details,

Each a beautiful tale.

Many easily compared to a work of art,

His words like magic touching readers hearts.

 

Each story took readers to places near and far,

From fantasy land to journeys through a distant star.

All he asked in return was for a little imagination,

This is how the blind painter regained his inspiration.