Philosophical

I can't stand it anymore 
The colors are too strong, 
I feel chocked by the flooding blues 
And burnt by the scorching reds 
The soothing greens are out there 
But the flood is too much, 
Each photon impacting my head 
Thunderous as the next color floods my mind 
Like the wave that carried it 
 
So I sit within the grey wall 
I have surrounded myself with, 
Absorbing the fury constantly approaching 
As I sit in the calm, longing to see 
Those radiant hues all around, 
I peek out and am overwhelmed 
So I step back behind my grey wall 
Reminded of why I placed myself here 
And pondering the irony, 
Of how someone who has lived for the color 
In order to save his life, 
Has willfully blocked out all of it.

Spectrum of Irony