Black
I’m backed into the deepest darkest black corner of my mind
I see no way out all exits are mined
I feel ashamed to feel as black as I do
So many others suffer life’s terrible stew
To compare my troubles are minor and few
But still the blackness eats at my soul
Wears me down and takes a great toll
Suffering comes in so many colors
Affecting the lives of so many others
Hunger and thirst the color of dust
Illness disease the green of disgust
Indigence poverty other hardships of need
Grey and colorless but does not exceed
The bright blood red of torture and war
That covers our planet and goes on evermore
But still The Blackness blinds me to all
Hiding reality as if a great wall
Stands between me and what I desire
A bit of peace and release from this mire
Copyright © Howard Tunick | Year Posted 2015
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