Obscure leaves litter my way,
Dry stones
To which
I fall prey.
Cant fathom the intensity
That wordless extremity
Can bring forth-
So unwillingly.
I am aware of the black
Gaze on me.
Startling- in its mystery.
A hooded look.
Unreadable.
Expressionless.
I catch them some.
Fleeting-glimpses.
All too aware
That the near distance
Can cause-the slump
In my gait-
Paced away
Fast- diverging from your footprints.
Black
Is the colour of my mood.
Is the colour of my mind.
Till some words more-
The unknown strengthens.
Black- the colour of my wonder.
Awe-struck..dumbed down.
Black- the whirlpool of feelers.
Black- the pool of shadows.
Black- where the rain stops-
And the sun shines no more.
Black-the heat of which-
Clashes and negates
With what I am part of-
Of what that’s part of me.
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