Sometimes a whisper becomes a shout
Found in the words that we write
The silence is broken, it has to come out
In the colors of black and white

These colors it seems know how we feel
For they somehow give us a voice
Emotion is found on the tip of our quill
Our whispers without a choice

Echoes are found in these colors too
Each time we read the words back
That's when the shout starts tumbling through
Searching for words that we lack

The poet's emotions give ink its power
A slave to the shout that they make
Sometimes it's minutes or maybe an hour
No matter how long it might take

A whisper is silent and hidden inside
A shout will make things feel right
A poet's true colors are tested and tried
As it's written in black and white