Black

 

Black

 

I love black

I always have

 

Blue is nice but isn’t as grand

Red is interesting but is not me

 

Black is unpredictability

Black is mystery, and darkness

It is the infinite

 

Where light retreats, it is the darkness

Its color is always present

 

It is the color of both heroes and villains

Few other colors can describe so many things

 

It can be good or evil

Its meaning depends on one’s point of view

 

It can be fashionable

It can be morbid

It can cause fear, or encourage discovery

It’s the color of the unknown that we strive to see

 

I love the color for so many reasons

Most of all I love that it describes part of me

 

Reviews

[Flow]

Love this poem for it's meaning. you know if you take all the colors in a crayon box and blended them together on paper you would have the color black. All inclusive is another trait of black. Bravo on your flow here it was a great read.