Black

by Monique   Mar 23, 2005


The Black is back,
chasing my dreams,
making me dysfunctional,
a devouring my screams.

It's a huge mass of hate,
my feelings are lost,
it's seems there's no way out,
the Black is my fate.

I look it in the eye,
knowing what to do,
I fear my fate,
and release my last sigh.

With no one to confide,
I feel numb,
I'm sorry I write,
on the day of my suicide.

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  • 19 years ago

    by FTS Miles

    Powerful and I find not so typical in nature considering how prevalent the subject matter is on P&Q. Though due to how it began, I actually wondered at first if you were discussing another issue than suicide. The last line almost mars the nuance of symbolism for the reader, but I'm not sure that making the end more vague would serve the purpose. Regardless, I enjoyed the poem.

  • 19 years ago

    by Monique

    PLEASE COMMENT! C'MON, C'MON!!!!

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