the color blue is known to do <br />something strange to you <br />this time when i say you it is truly the reader <br />not the one who i love <br />not the one pure like a dove <br />the color blue <br />seems strange in nature just like you <br />it stimulates dreams without asking anything in return <br />nor do most dreams it propagates burn <br />no the color blue is serene <br />nice and soft like a moisturizing cream <br />but there is another color <br />that is not proved by psychology to stimulate dreams <br />i call it the color black <br />though the dreams are nightmares they are grouped in the same sack <br />with dreams akin like brother though more like an evil twin <br />the color black seems to always win <br />by bringing out your nightmares and pain <br />and sometimes your feelings begin to wain <br />that gives way to apathy <br />which leads to your becoming a tapestry, a tapestry <br />of death for this gives way to being dead <br />because black is everywhere, in every night <br />anytime there is no light <br />black is in you and its in me, how is we aren't dead? <br />in the end the color black has now become like lead <br />like a poison true nature forgotten we as humans simply say <br />black symbolizes death for that is the only way <br />that we console ourselves<br /><br />David Knox<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-color-blue/
