Grey-black,
The gloomy color of my cell,
Storm-black,
In jail you're never really well,
Iron-black,
The restrictions: the chains and the bars
Blue-black,
The bruises, the cuts and the scars
Midnight-black,
After serving for countless years, then
Glowing-black,
I form a plan to see the sun again
Twilight-black,
Will it work? Will I be free?
Smooth-black,
Yes! All I need is around me
Steel-black,
I leave the metal door behind
Silver-black,
Sprinting, to buy myself time
Darkest-black,
I tiptoe across the dark corridors
Ghost-black,
Unaware of the shadows on the floor
Shining-black,
The exit is just to my right
Leather-black,
But police with guns block the light
Thunder-black,
As I run, my heart skips a beat
Dirt-black,
But then I fall onto the street
Onyx-black,
A bullet in my back stops my breath
Null-black,
I fall into the waiting arms of Death.
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AN: I showed this poem to someone, and they immediately said, "Have you watched Shawshank Redemption?" So for the record, that was not my inspiration. However, I did read it after that person mentioned it. So if you want some fairly light reading, you might want to read it. But beware, this is PG, while Shawshank Redemption is most definitely an R.
Inspiration for this poem: I was walking around a bookshop and I saw this book called 'Fifty Shades Of Grey'. Then I thought, "Meh. It would be more interesting if they did shades of white or black." And my favourite color was black at that point in time, so I made it 'Shades Of Black'.
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PoetryAnarchy. A swirl of topics: emotions, allusions to history, social issues... And somewhere in the maelstrom comes forth rhymes and prose. Note: If you can't be bothered to read all the poems (quite understandably), I've starred the better ones.
