black is the rain cold on your skin
the merciless storm
that's brewing within
being knocked down by the strongest of winds
after you've just learned how to stand up again
its holding his hand, then letting it go
its him moving on, when you're going slow
black is saying goodbye, for the last time
the look in their eyes as you stand there and cry
its secretly dying inside
closing your eyes
trying to hide
never welcoming the light
black is being unable to see any relief
them watching, uncaring, as you openly bleed
dying of thirst
without the water you need
its planting a rose,
and getting a weed