Black and WhiteA Poem by AMetaphoricalSoulI'm dressed in black,
And now I'm turning black.
Am I becoming physically
What I am emotionally?
Dark,
Like shadows in a closet.
Silently moving,
But unseen.
I'm changing
Slowly.
Parts of my skin are dark. Only some parts.
But underneath my clothes
I am deadly pale.
It's like the darkness is spreading from my clothes.
Just my hands,
My neck and my face
Looks like a weak black.
Like fading,
Or almost grey.
But there is an undistinguished characteristic
That makes me sure that it is black.
It doesn't matter.
No one notices it.
Only I see it.
It looks like it's creeping its way through me,
Like a shadow
Appearing as I stand still
While the sun is slowly setting.
It appears that part of it seems to be crawling
And dancing,
Like black flames
With white tips.
It starts to influence the world
As the fire spreads
All black and white.
The rain,
The clouds and the sky
On fire.
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