Black

Yes, it means

Death,

Sorrow,

and Anger.

 

But it is also

the Pain you feel

after you’re done

inflicting it on yourself.

 

It is the slow

Killing

of your

mind,

 

The unending

Suicide

of your

soul.

 

The blood you

shed

and the bruises you

create.

 

The fear of

Another;

The silent screams

of a soul.

 

The ones you

love

and

fear.

 

Black

is the

victims

of every wrong.

Reviews

[*~Imperfectly Me~*]

Very Powerful poem! I like your second to last stanza... "The ones you love and fear" Good poem very powerful!