Black

Original Poetry

Have you noticed
How poetic
The colour back is?
It’s the colour of the night sky
As a blanket of stars smothers any light
Still remaining from the previous day.
It’s the colour of ash
As a finger of fire traces the scars
Of the earth.
It’s the only colour you can see
Through the darkness as it suffocates you.
It’s the colour of the ink
Used to write this very poem.

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