Black
By francisraymondarevalo
Fri, 07 May 2010
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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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I love how you've used
Permalink Submitted by maggyvaneijk on
I love how you've used 12-year old ways of thinking throughout the poem. Nice twist at the end.
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