The color black is down,
It is hate and it is agony.
It ruins everyone’s day,
Reminding of disgust, anguish, and pain.
It is the time and the day,
With the dark clouds floating by.
It’s like the stars not shining,
In the middle of the night sky.
With all of the regret,
Screaming in terror with sorrow,
Not thinking about today.
Not even thinking about tomorrow.
It’s like the words of a piercing throat,
It’s like the sweat from a nightmare.
Just like the blood from a battle,
And not one color can repair.
The color goes through,
The biggest shocking break.
Because it makes everyone smile,
But soon found out it’s only a fake.
So black goes on,
Day by day.
Wishing the pain,
Will just go away.
Yet through the night,
They all go through them all.
Black is not the best color,
Because it seems to let you fall.
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Submission Name: Color; Black
