Black

Black is a mystery
The colour that reeks
Black, is the demon
That you will seek

It binds up your soul
Into the dark
Black is the dark side
Within your heart

Black is rage
That angers you fiercely
It swallows the light
Totally, completely

Black is the monster
That watches you sleep
Black is what you see
When your counting sheep

Black has always been
The image of death
The mysterious abyss
Under your bed

Yes, i agree it's
Quite a frightening
But for me, black is
Very enlightening

- a 12 year old version o' Francis

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Comments

maggyvaneijk | May 7, 2010 - 08:40

I love how you've used 12-year old ways of thinking throughout the poem. Nice twist at the end.

francisraymonda... | May 7, 2010 - 13:17

Many thanks, maggyvaneijk