Darkness of ColorA Poem by W.D PetersonThis was written to portray the love of two outcast. A black man and a white woman. They are pulled away from each other and the only way to be together is thru death.DARKNESS OF COLOR
I have been black my entire life Walking in the darkness that is me A black spot in the deep white sea that surrounds me The shadow that hovers over her essence in fancy With gleam of eyes that love too deeply Whispers fill the air of misdoings that color does create The mirror portrays the midnight sky and the pale stars that collide in array The pale hand that holds in the darkness Thus the laying down of the ying and the yang And the rampage come within to scorn The screeching and loudness of love torn apart Dragging its feet upon the floor Love must not cross all lines and barriers do not now exist The darkness which came with exit through passions escape from his sensual grasps Be lost without in the denial of skin The breath of the dark veil now on my neck The darkness of a hand that lifts its knife to my throat The black of my skin fades as the veil now slashes The cherry flow covers the room Black of veins and distant pains To the unsure conciousness that death does cover I have known death before and death does know me The notch of skin on the kneck that stands in memory Love once lived in this room Thus the exit which birthed the darkness The darkness now covers the eyes with grey And the breath of silence invades the room The love once lost is now returned with escape The uncovering of the precise mistake that is made in session Revealing the inside from without Standing over deaths last kiss And with the stroke of its knife death does bring life once again The chill of the room holds the darkness within Thus death be the key I have been black my entire life © 2008 W.D Peterson |
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