Black ribbon about my neck,
Ink oozes from my pen
Dragging sleepily, page after page.
Black as the coffee that keeps me
Typing black words onto the screen
Before my face.
Black as the insomniac's bags
Dumped beneath my tired eyes-
There is no time to move them away.
Black is my guitar, neglected-
No time for its enjoyment.
The teachers speak in black.
No socialising. No relaxing. Work every second.
Black is the space in which I breathe
Attempts to escape the darkness just makes
The future workload seem heavier, darker, blacker.
My free thoughts are all black.
Black is my past, present, future.
True friends I can trust and care about
Are the light in my Black world
And the one I trust the most
Has got me wanting more.
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