Kaleidoscope

Kaleidoscopes of colours,
all rushing through my head.
My hands and heart are failing,
the storm is being fed.

The rage and fear are swirling,
they never seem to seize.
Despair and darkness falling,
no light despite my pleas.

All lying on the surface,
exposed for all to see.
They always fail to notice,
the silver floating free.

A few rays hit the bottom,
now curling up the sides.
Footsteps heard in quiet hallways,
sailing on stranger tides.

And then the rays are broken,
all colours setting free.
Kaleidoscopes of colours,
the creature which is me.

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