PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Black



Black is the hue that colors my night.

Grey is the quarter, I can never see the light.



Through a thick emerald emulsion,

I am forever wading.

The emerald covers the earth absolutely

I cannot escape



So I just wade through the refuse

and doubt that weights heavily upon my shoulders



Fighting ,resisting and finally ,

loosing the battle to be swallowed up.



The curse that forever takes control of my body

I have no will, I can not fight the poison

that flows through my heated veins.



I can not quench this desire

only submit . till the poison

again needs to be released.



Copyright Jeanne Brickman