Peace is restrained; this is free
Black is the color of a heart that has stopped beating,
It is the color of dried blood,
The color of sky, at night, when everyone is sleeping,
It is the color of a child, sleeping sweetly in their warm beds,
The color of children finding a safe spot to stay in a damp cold alleyway,
Is is the color of a childs bruises,
From their parents beating them,
It is the color of a frayed belt,
Worn down,
It is the eyes that have stopped seeing the beauty in life,
It is the depressed solider,
The soldier who came from a rough life,
Hiding his pain into hurt,
Hiding the hurt into hurting,
Hurting the ones who don't deserve hurt,
Black is the color of hurt,
It is the color that people doubt,
Is black a color?
I know its a shade,
Black is the shade, of ones sacrifice,
The value of a sacrifice lies in its necessity,
The sacrifice of a scared father,
For his scared child,
His child now living with no dad,
It is the shade of loss,
The shade of sorrow,
The shade of a child now growing to sixteen,
And the child now killing himself,
Black is the shade of death.
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We all feel that way sometimes i know i have a couple time but you can beat depression
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Any time js reach out if you need to talk
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Black has always been associated with death, sorrow, depression, anger, evil. This is well expressed in this poem.
Yeah, thanks Soren
Black is actually the absence of color. (White is all colors mixed together). So it's interesting to think that black is absence. It's what we miss, it's what we deserved to have but didn't get. It's the absence of love, hope, and freedom in our lives. True black is when there's no light...when the memories haunt the soldier, that 100 yard stare is black. The memories...cause our good ones to have spots of black...the black seems to spread ever since we were hurt
Yeah, thanks
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