Color
In the world of no color,
Scarred white with the stain of the sun,
The coloured man ambles.
Rolling his feet through the sand-
Looking for belonging,
And finding only the sharp, spiked
Granules of love.
A bit about Army life from a former deployed soldier; some minor comments on life in general, and smatterings of poetry and other thoughts. Please contribute and teach me something!
Color
In the world of no color,
Scarred white with the stain of the sun,
The coloured man ambles.
Rolling his feet through the sand-
Looking for belonging,
And finding only the sharp, spiked
Granules of love.