Saturday, May 2, 2020

Black

black are my wings
dark as the night
produce a fake smile
not worth the fight

black are the days
lying behind
no golden sunrays
staring blind

black are the thoughts
wandering in my head
cant connect the dots
between good and bad

black in the world
pitch dark outside
and all is swirled
nowhere to hide

black is all that remains
if I am fighting no more
dark clouds
will be my chains

behind a black prison door

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