I’m drowning in a sea of beige
Its latex waves crash upon my shores,
Its lifeless waves wash away grains
Of color from my beach
Until all is merged in its sea.
Meant not to offend this
Neutral tint is offensive to me,
It robs me of life giving contrast.
It takes away all
While adding nothing.
Beige is not a color
It is a statement, it says
I shall not offend –
I will not stand out
Except in my sameness.
Any statement with other tints
Is soon covered by
Beige’s relentless tide
And swept away to sea
To die a lonely death.
I cry out for brightness,
For contrast.
But my prayers
Are met with the
Muted silence of beige.
Beige!
The very word
Offends my senses
And threatens my being
With its muted presence.
This monotone monster
Follows me as
I retreat into my corner,
My refuge, my sanctuary.
But its sameness engulfs me.
Its insidious viscosity
Permeates my body
And my soul.
It overwhelms me
Until at last –
I become BEIGE!
Apr 04, 2012 @ 01:23:10
Brilliant! Well-put, meaningful and clever. I will never think of beige the same way again.