What’s the opposite of the one you love being graved?
Is it the on you love being saved
Or perhaps a cheerful summer
Not having such a bummer
Maybe just holding their hand once more
Not letting them be cold and sore.
What’s the opposite of being silent?
Is it being loud and violent
Or is it disobeying your mother’s rule
Or not giving up without a duel
Maybe a scream a laugh or shout
Digging out a wormy trout
Honking cars in a rowdy world
Or having to throw up or hurling
Black is the ghost of the past
Black is the loss of a loved one
Black is being locked up in a pitch dark room
Black is a paper full of mistakes
Black is the never ending laughter of evil
Black is being lost in space
Black is your nightmare coming to life
Black is the licorice in your mouth
Or the black that comes out of my dad’s cigarettes.