Black Silence

I wear black 

Keep my eyes downcast

It's almost like I'm mourning

Like I've been mourning since the day she died

Not only mourning her, but the part of me that died with her that day

The part of me that lived with her

That clung to her

I mourn myself

And what I lost

I use colour to try and build a new part of me

A new piece to replace the old

But it's not working

The black always seems to creep in and leech the colour out again

Time passes and I sit and mourn again

No tears, just silence

Black silence.

The End

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