Colored Pins

I took another step inside the world of my design
To find it in a sorry state of weakness and decline
There where I stood I gazed upon its edges frayed and worn
And wondered how this grey-brown world became asunder torn

Directing my eyes skyward I met with an answer clear
My musings found solution in exactly what I fear
Among the clouds I saw a form both diff’rent and the same
Pinned to the sky itself it seemed bearing familiar name

These pins were colored at the end with every kind of hue
Maroon and gold and red and green and white and grey and blue
The golds drew my attention first, all five of them so tall
They seemed to impart knowledge paralyzing to a crawl

The reds brand new and numbered three were placed just yesterday
With guarantee of gold they mutilated in strange ways
A single pin, maroon, was freshly plucked from stretched-out form
And screamed into my ear a promise of that red so warm

But then the grey pin speaking softly fell out of its hole
And whispered to me hopes of maroon lifted from my soul
But with its aspiration came the need to take from me
While basking in its peace I found its rage abundantly

Then center of the form gave way revealing pin so white
That shifted my attention from all anger, grief and spite
But while this pin through self creation gave much needed fuel
With new identity now constant usage be the rule

While frightened of this newfound thought I turned my focus thus
And saw a green pin signify what none cared to discuss
That soon admitted self to be the newest one so far
Of all the pins that stretched the form imparting painful scars

And finally the pin whose head was farthest from the rest
A testament to some desire that failed to stand the test
Pulling the form unceasingly towards its sullen blue
Showed its denial of the need for passion bid adieu

Now staring at the form I saw the pain within its eyes
Born of the pins that held it in a forcible arise
As it was made to watch the world around it leak and tear
Away from happiness faded by blatant disrepair

And so at last I turned away from this vindictive hell
That never showed me positives as far as I can tell
And took a step back in this world connected to that dream
In which good movement of the pins will happiness redeem