Black and Blue
Out of the blue came the black,
Shattering the skies with a terrible crack,
But what is gold if one can't enjoy it?
But what is black if it breeds on the tormented?
Can black breed on a soul that was tormented long ago?
Surrounded by the true vultures and an innocent soul.
This hell is mine of this I'm sure,
But when I look in the mirror I don't see pure.
I have no time for anger, I have no time for blame.
Ash to ash, dust to dust,
We all become the same.
Copyright © Walter Rego | Year Posted 2020
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