You were white,
I was black.
Different perceptions
of life I lack.
I was dumb,
I was dark.
You were with light,
you had knack.
From me, bears darkness,
Lacking hope, and optimism.
My life drowned in sadness,
Pitch black, no light, no prism.
From you, bears the spectrum,
The source of your demeanor.
For your string of life be strum,
You are white, the color of a dreamer.
For we are opposite poles,
Difference is far too measurable.
YOU ARE READING
An Anthology Of Melancholy
PoesíaA compilation of my own short poetry, stories, and quotes. Will be updating every day for new parts.
