Building 45

Literary/Arts Journal

The Black Within

by Tara Doyle

Depression and murder,
Both are black inside.
Black is negativity in purest form.

Black is very cat-like,
Stalking its prey before it strikes.
Black is also water,
Patiently waiting for its prey to falter.

Black is the heart of night,
Starting from Midnight to Dawn.
Black is the color of the middle of the night.

Black is cold like Winter,
Whose heart resides in December.
Black is the best friend who is family,
But who stabs your back in the end.

Black is the darkness that consumes me,
When I cry alone in my room.

Black is the shadow I live in…

Black is the smoke I hide in…

Black is the night where I am alive…