Black is Black

Black is Black

Awakened by thunder on a grey and dreary morning
I wished for a blackness to consume me
For today there would be no sun with the dawning
Another day questioning why this had to be
 
In the depths of my soul there is a bleakness
Where I can often choose to stay and hide 
The thrill of the anguish suffered in its starkness
Excites me, as would a masochist, going to the dark side
 
I punish myself for the blackness of my heart
For I have caused pain to those who loved me
There is no shade of grey on this color chart
In my jaded life only black, as black as black could be
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Anmol (alias HA) is hosting D'Verse Poets
tonight and has prompted us with the word 'Black'

Word of the Day - Jaded

Image by engin akyurt from Pixabay 

  29 comments for “Black is Black

  1. November 5, 2019 at 8:09 pm

    a truly powerful piece. I could sense the anguish in reading this one. 😥

    • Christine Bolton
      November 5, 2019 at 8:37 pm

      Thanks Beckie. It’s funny how black represents misery 🤔

      • November 5, 2019 at 8:57 pm

        It truly does. LOL! 😉

      • Christine Bolton
        November 5, 2019 at 10:13 pm

        I love wearing black though! 🙂

      • November 6, 2019 at 8:00 am

        Actuallly, so do I. I’d love it even more if the dog hair didn’t show up on itall the time. LOL! 😉

  2. November 5, 2019 at 8:46 pm

    This is my fave pick today: “The thrill of the anguish suffered in its starkness”–Bravo!

    • Christine Bolton
      November 5, 2019 at 10:14 pm

      Thank you so much Avia 🙂💕

      • November 5, 2019 at 11:25 pm

        You’re always most welcome, Christine! <3

      • November 5, 2019 at 11:25 pm

        PS: reading “black is black”, I heard the Stones’ song playing in my head!

      • Christine Bolton
        November 6, 2019 at 12:35 am

        I think that was Paint it Black, my favorite Stones song 🙂👍 Black is Black was Los Lobos 🙂❤️

      • November 6, 2019 at 7:26 pm

        You’re right, I’ve got my songs wrong, sheesh! 🙂 🙂

      • Christine Bolton
        November 6, 2019 at 10:44 pm

        That’s OK. I muddle things up too 🙂💕

      • November 7, 2019 at 2:15 am

        I’ll blame it on NaNo!! 🙂 🙂

  3. November 5, 2019 at 9:05 pm

    It made me think of the song
    https://youtu.be/QkwmSzPdVnY

    • Christine Bolton
      November 5, 2019 at 10:12 pm

      Exactly! I loved that song. I didn’t want to use Paint it Black…that would have been sacrilege!🤭🤣

  4. November 6, 2019 at 12:40 am

    A powerful poem.

    • Christine Bolton
      November 6, 2019 at 7:10 am

      Thanks Sadje! 🙂❤️

  5. November 6, 2019 at 3:57 am

    It doesn’t get much blacker than that. It’s interesting that black is emptiness, but in colour terms, of course, it is fullness.

    • Christine Bolton
      November 6, 2019 at 7:10 am

      Yes! That is fascinating when you think about it. Black is the void yet black fills in the space 🙂 My favorite color to wear though!

  6. November 6, 2019 at 1:11 pm

    This elicits the same reaction from me as another response to the prompt of “Black,” which is that, for some, the darkness is a shelter from the storm, while for others it is the storm.

    • Christine Bolton
      November 6, 2019 at 1:35 pm

      Yes Ken, that is so true. Thanks 🙂

  7. November 6, 2019 at 3:19 pm

    Oh! Such a realization can be heavy — your words speak of this anguish so well.

    • Christine Bolton
      November 6, 2019 at 5:17 pm

      Thank you ☺️

  8. November 6, 2019 at 6:37 pm

    There is an ominous message in this line: “There is no shade of grey on this color chart”

    • Christine Bolton
      November 7, 2019 at 9:05 am

      Thank you Frank. Some people have no grey. It is either black or white 😔

  9. Beverly Crawford
    November 7, 2019 at 1:39 pm

    A graphic portrayal of despair, deep and dark.

    • Christine Bolton
      November 7, 2019 at 2:47 pm

      It was a bit dark wasn’t it Beverly? Sorry 😐

  10. November 12, 2019 at 8:28 am

    There is definitely an anguish in this piece….a dropping into that deep hole of depression. A visceral write.

    • Christine Bolton
      November 12, 2019 at 11:46 am

      Thanks Lillian 😔 There are many out there suffering with that invisible illness.

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