Black
Black is mourning
Black is the colour I see people mourning with.
Black is night.
The night is dark.
The night of our lives is death.
Black has become death.
In the dark,
We are desperate.
We feel despair.
Pain.
Fear.
Drown.
We drown in the deep darkness.
It is terrible.
We reach out.
Futility.
When we say futility,
it means impossible.
Why do we reach out, then?
Hope.