It All is Blackness to Me
written by: Ger White
The children they come round and party
I hear all their fun and their screams
They run and they play and they bicker
But all is blackness to me
The postman comes round with big greetings
A letter from over the sea
I read it – the words speak quite kindly
But all is blackness to me
“Come – let’s go into town for clothes shopping
You may just like what you see
You might find someone to talk to!”
It all is blackness to me
When will my children discover
I have long lost the will to be here
I do not feel joy – or see colours
It all is blackness to me
This blackness is now my big Blanket
In its own way a comfort, a shell
I can do what I like deep inside here
Revisit things I enjoyed so well
But they’re fading – the joys of my childhood
I no longer know names of my friends
Nor days of the week for that matter
Oh where will this black journey end?
But a new light is dawning, I read it
A book which explains how I feel
And says I can do something about it
There will be no more blackness for me.
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