The Colors There

Rose and green and blue
and gold-
Circling in the air
I would have taken a step to see
but I feared finding nothing there.

others passed, and ‘Ooow’ed and ‘Awh’ed”
or sighed a wondering sigh.
still, Still I felt I should stay,
content it was a lie

For even if the rainbow,
stays-
still no gold I’d find.

So I walked back
to a dimmer place,
warning passers by
that, that lure of lights
may not be,
all you had in mind.

Now I think no colors,
Ever danced in the sky
t’was a trick and nothing more,
I won’t believe it until I die.

I’m content, in the dark,
Where nothing satisfies.
for if you never have it,
it’s never left behind.

Feelings unsaid

We keep quiet because we fear to hurt,or more likely fear to be hated by one we strive to make happy,someone we long to call friend.
They talk in daggers, kick the ideas we hold, but they are our friend so we stay silent until the end.

It is hard sometimes, living in a place where your values and thoughts are either dismissed as the minority, a special case, or worse that you as a person don't really even have those beliefs in and of yourself and through your logical, emotional and spiritual development but rather that those beliefs are thrust upon you or part of a mass mind set that you just fell into in order to fit in the group.
There is I guess another option to, shared by someone dear to me that I am just ignorant.
I was going write more, but the fact is I still can't. I wish there was a balance in the world, but there is not.