Black is not a colour-
you say.
It's just a shade to indicate,
where life is darker and
where it gets harder.
White does the opposite job,
showing the highlights,
of my day, my week.
Maybe I don't like how my life is shaded.
There's not much black,
but the grey is endless.
It's both a colour and a shade .
Dull and boring it describes my life.
Maybe I need someone to lighten up the shade.
But no, I don't need help.
I'm better on my own,
sitting in my room,
staring at the wall and
repeating the same routine over and over again .
YOU ARE READING
Every word tells a story
PoetryEveryone has their own life story. Here I'll share some with you. - Short poems
