Black
I find I'm aghast as I'm drawn at the last to the colour of none that is black
I've said it before and I'll say it once more that the heart will not harden from lack
It's amazing to me that I find myself free from the stained glass that's under attack
The shattering shards of the bonny and bards that were flung thru the air but I'm back
The poetry train that went clickety-clack
Is no longer riding along on the track
For even in the blackness and despair of deepest night
I am conscious that, of all I did, I know I did it right
I may not match conventions for I've never sussed the rules
My heart my only guide for with its tender strength it fuels
The passion and the loving with an honesty complete
The blazing wrack within the black is just a bit offbeat
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Anything I can do. Anytime. Otherwise, see you in the next life, I hope.
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