Greyscale

I look at the view

Beautiful blue

I aim, I shoot, I shudder

My phone makes a noise

Imitating a shutter

Another photo, another memory

The bright, dazzling day

Comes up as white, black and grey

I furrow my brow

Camera settings are ok!

What, why, how?

I try again

I reexamine the view
The sky's glimmering hue

I aim, I shoot, I breathe

This one's greyscale too!

Festering, I seeth

I try again, and again

I fumble my phone

Chilled to the bone

Grey, black, white

Dead of colour

Devoid of daylight

I try again, and again, and again

Shaking hands, iron gripped

In haste, camera's flipped

Pale and pale and panicked and grey

My face stares back at me

Bathed in the bleakness of this dazzling day

I am faded. My world is faded.

NO, IT CAN'T. I DID EVERYTHING RIGHT

WHY ARE MY PHOTOS DEVOID OF COLOUR AND LIGHT?

Another photo, another memory

Another day of dread and doom

As most days tend to be

The wind blows. I breathe.

Phone slipping out of my grasp

I scream a sadness soddened rasp

I aim

I shoot

I shudder