Darkness of Color

Darkness of Color

A Poem by W.D Peterson
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This 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.

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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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Ahem cough "figures" lol* it's good I guess though... still jealous. w/e

Posted 15 Years Ago


"The screeching and loudness of love torn apart
Dragging its feet upon the floor"
love will never give up, never go away, and when wrapped up in it, it is us.
amazing characterization of love.
i really liked the story.

Posted 15 Years Ago



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Added on November 20, 2008
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