drain your colours to monochrome.
Silence white margins your words
to endless winter.
Stillness so deep you can hear clouds
transmute to diamonds.
Check your shoes for black scorpions –
belief in Armageddon is self-fulfilling.
An end to all colour.
Previously published in The JournalTransience for Read Write Poem
You can read a more optimistic poem on my Alter Ego blog here.