Black

She wears black,
the color of sorrow;
Infinite pain.
Trying to find what she may lack.

She throws a bit of red into the mix,
a color of love.
Or a color of control?
No, it's just a temporary fix.

She sees and hears but cannot feel
Why does this happen?
No one knows,
forever surreal.

Then something shows,
Something bright.
But can she see it?
Let her happiness flow?

Yes, but back in the haze.
Nothing is recognizable,
Her happiness seems to have been a delusion.
Back into the eternal, dark Maze.

Reviews

[Michael X]

Jess, this writing has its own haunting effect and sends a soft shiver down the spine- black-the reader
can feel the emotions flowing through every well placed word. this poem should be read at least twice to
appreciate te punctuated subtleness.. the essense of a consuming heartbreak slowly drifitng into a

black hole of shattered emotions and broken dreams. .. to think of the color black.. representing
the passioate core of author's intent.. and nothing else would need to be known and the writer could get
an immense impression of what the intent is by reading the first two lines.. to have a soul cloaked

by darkness...i'll be honest.. i thought you masterfully poresented the vision with touching detail..
the meaning is powerfull.. to throw a bit of red in the mix.. that is a sculptyed term added as the
impulse action.. to continue hurting because the heart is in pain..Amazingly done in full spectrum, thanks

[Catastrophe]

How I loved reading this poem, I guess I could relate to it in my own crazy way.
It reflected on how I feel at times...
A great write I should say.

[Cylis Derrens]

Dark imagery, and good rhyming. I love black and like to see what images the color invokes in others.

[Morgan Ashire]

Well, the use of color was interesting, I'll agree with that, but I was not drawn in by the imagery. The piece was a bit bland. It was set up as an image piece, but left too much up to the imagination. I see the start of an emotional under story, but that seemed to fall away after the first couple of stanzas. This piece could be amazing, but it would need to be reworded.

[Dawn Jones]

Damn the pit within us all that sucks us in and drowns us in our tormented emotions. I like your use of colors in your words. Your references. Well done.