Black, the absence of color,
Though a shroud to cover
And hide many things.
Hovering and huddling around me,
Blackness invades my heart.
My eyes can’t see
In such foreboding, thick darkness.
Now my heart can’t see
Inside itself.
What choice but to surrender
To the looming, relentless black,
Rather than blindly follow
A path that may not exist
To some falsely conceived
Sick kind of hope.
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