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Rated: E · Poetry · Emotional · #1242191
The unseen suffering of a colour blind person

I’ve a disability,
Known as colour blindness.
It means I can never see
An object’s true likeness.

What others may see as red,
I may see it as green.
I see only gray shades where
Others see a bright sheen.

When my wife is buying clothes,
To her I can’t explain,
Why for colours that move her,
I have, rather, disdain.

My artistic talents from
Painting I did withdraw.
That this would be suicidal,
Plain as my hands I saw.

Yet what has been painting’s loss
Is now poetry’s gain.
I am a poet as from
Painting I did abstain.

• Written in abcb, 7-6-7-6 format
• Awarded second prize in We Are Not Disabled Contest, "We Are Not Disabled Contest

M C Gupta
3 April 2007
© Copyright 2007 Dr M C Gupta (mcgupta44 at Writing.Com). All rights reserved.
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