They threw rocks

at me

today.

 

They smirk and

snicker as

I

 

walk among streets

and alleys

home.

 

do they not

know what

they

 

do to me?

Rent is

due.

 

I do not

have money

to

 

pay since my

paintings will

not

 

sell. Tonight, I

will burn

one

 

for it is

worth less

than

 

the money to

buy fire

wood.

 

I stare up

into the

night.

 

They see darkness

but I

see

 

swirls of blues,

each different

hues.

 

I watch the

village. They

see

 

lights and colors

but all

I

 

see is darkness.

Rent is

due.