Kaleidoscope Poem by Riley Choma

Bellowing, bellering: screams.
Inside, my head: a kaleidoscope.
A multi-facet machine filled with inconsistency.
Fore, one minute I am neon yellow: joy.
While the next, I am blue- fifty shades of blue...
Light blues and dark blues: varying levels of incredibly sad.
Some days my kaleidoscope foil coils and even collides- and perhaps it does so just a little too hard.
50 shades of blue quickly turn to just one shade of black.
And I say one, because...
There is no choice in being empty- there are no varying levels of empty.
Cause when you are empty you are spent, and when you are spent you are spent.
There are no variants when you are nothing- no variants once the kaleidoscope coils and collides.