This venture can be my last if there's more black within,
And this journey can make me last for the hope of white therein,
As more more layers unravels it only gets darker and painful,
Shredding down these sheaths even I am now sinful!
The strive for that shining white that could be beyond this lies,
The more I dig, it gets impossible as the paralyzing sticks in and brain dies,
The ramble was to get to the light or the true black beyond my sight,
I knew the white in me could have been an illusion by the fright,
To get to the bottom of this hike is something I may not achieve,
But at least I am not lying my life in false white like a thieve.
An unaccounted and unfinished journey to truth is better than an everlasting oblivion to farce.
-Chaahat
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The Darkest Shade Of Black
PoetryAbout that shade of black that's darker, deeper and stronger. About a black so mean that it scared death away. About the blackness in my heart that seeks to all the bright. About a black so overpowering that it degrades all smiles. About T...
