Black

Black is a color of power and evil.

It is also the color of death.

Black can scare many people for

They don't know what is in the dark.

The shadows and black offer me comfort.

It gives me a sense of safety.

I love to sit in the dark and let

The darkness consume me.

The pitch black sky just helps me.

It gives me some happiness.

Maybe I will die when I am dressed

In all black and the sky and my surroundings

Are all black.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This poem was written after the hardest time in my depression.  This was a way of me expressing everything I was feeling.

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