Black


Black background - black Sunlight
Sheltered from things of delight
In this torment a container is seen
In it lies something once alive and green
Flowers of mold, gracefully they rest
With rotting buds ridden of pests
Cracked hardened stems - brittle and old
Snap on contact influenced by cold
In their world of black sunlight
Lies their decomposing line of sight
Overtaken by the darkness decending
Here lie corpses now demised and ending
Dusted hearts now beat still
If the darkness could cry - Now it will
Mourn the loss of ones so young
Regretfully humming the sound of death once sung




These poems are � 1995-2003 to Emily Egan