~Pool of Colors~

Swirls dancing at my feet All the colors blending They merge together Making a reflective pool of colors I run towards it Hoping to see my reflection When I look down what I see is not me I see the future Through this pool of colors My own reflection is woven within But hidden deep in the swirls The future of others lives Leaves the future of my own in disarray The meetings and goings It all confuses me I turn away but behind me Is not what had been there before Nothing in fact was there I try to scream The white emptiness swallows up my shriek I am slowly being erased I know screaming wont help so I give in The elimination of my existence was finished The sketchbook closed The artist was displeased with his work