The gold red blues light up
the cold pitch black night.
Filling it with a warmth
and forgetfulness of how
dangerous they are
Yet all my friend
can see is darkness
she cant see the bright
warm colours or
the way they splatter
across the sky all
she can see is blackness
but she can hear them
she can hear the loud
splatter as they bang
signalling the end
of their life
She feels the excitement as
everyone waits for
the next one to
go off filling the
dark cold sky
with colour
and all we can
do is describe
them to her. Hoping we
are doing a good enough job.
For you see she's blind
