The Thin Line
We classify many things as good.
We may classify them as bad.
They may be classified as neither.
Or classified as both.
Life is said to be seen in black.
Seen in white.
Sometimes grey.
Or no color at all.
But sometimes there is no classification.
Only the thin line in between.
Or not at all.
Because some things are so out of the context of our understanding.
That they are none of the four.
Not good.
Not bad.
Not both.
And never neither.
Copyright © Diarra Boatswain | Year Posted 2020
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment