Beneath the surface of ourselves
We mourn
Our souls wear the black
As it rains,
the black color bleeds
Tarnishing what is us, our only remainder
Our last stand in a crowd of uncertainties
The inside can only stand so much corruption,
less hardened than our outer calloused and bruised covering
Soon it's too much

A private funeral
Open casket
with unblinking eyes
Still looking for the white
to balance out the blackness inside