Black
written by: Greg Massey
@PoemCrafter
Black.
Death.
Vile.
Unclean.
The shade with no shade.
It is blinding while walking in the dark.
It is an illusion,
and deception.
Black shuns the light
and kills the soul.
It hinders the progressive step
and mars the production of life.
It is boastful and rude;
arrogant in its commonality.
It destroys all that is hoped
and hoped for.
Black,
the path of the wayward and confused soul.
It is the color without color,
void of life,
and misdirected.
Black,
ignores reality and diminishes truth.
It suffocates the breath of life.
Black
will be relieved of its existence
when purity is sought.
Black,
an unworthy opponent;
a murderer of the mind.
Black, just be vanquished.
Greg Massey
JAN/FEB 2020 AUTHOR OF THE MONTH at Spillwords.com
Greg Massey is an American writer and poet who resides on his farm in Olive Branch, Mississippi.
He obtained his B.A. in Liberal Arts from the University of MS and an M.A. in English/Creative Writing from Southern New Hampshire University.
Greg is an English professor at Northwest Community College.
He obtained his B.A. in Liberal Arts from the University of MS and an M.A. in English/Creative Writing from Southern New Hampshire University.
Greg is an English professor at Northwest Community College.
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