Painting White With Black
An article of suffering is underway
An instantaneous foreboding is crossing my path
I undergo torment as I fall behind
Each foot forward could very well be my last
I’d tell you all of my secrets
If I did not believe you’d fade
I never want to scare you off
I never want you to break away
The truth is I’d rather die
Than feel your presence drift from my side
Though I have strayed
I in myself still reside
I’d tell you my secret
If I could remember exactly what it is
Words can’t form to the standards
But the pain grows and deepens as an artist
I’ve never been one to paint colors
Everything has always been black and white
But even I can sense the rainbow
Even I can take flight
I tend to paint pictures with words
I tend to write music with rhythm
The beats form within my chest
There’s no way to silence them
The light holds so many wonders
Yet the dark holds much mystery
Our eyes only see the present
And our minds are full of history
I may be able to run
I may be able to scream
Not always will I have this
Not always will I have this ability
So I shall paint with colors
Including black and white
Because there can’t be light and dark
Without life
(2014)
