Shades of Glowing Black

one of those emo poems that i guess kinda happen? NEW

When everything is

Shades of

Glowing black,

Like the burnt bits left in the pan—

Is that when

            Your heart     Beats

            A             Little                 Too             Slowly:

Broken batteries

On a too-chilled winter’s day...

And when you

                        Cry

            In tears of

            Slimy

                        Black

                                    Ink:

Staining like clay and

Inescapable like plague—

 

Is that what they call

            Sorrow?

Sorrow a

Broken-down,

Beaten-down

Canvas and

            A paintbrush that has

                        Lost its wig?

And Sorrow—

            Does it—

            Does this—

            Do we—

Make any sense in

Our burnt tongues

And leaky eyes and

 

When all I see is

Shades of withered me;

When all I do is

Fade to black;

When all I wish is you—

            You back:

            I guess that’s what

            They

            Stereotype

            This

            Sorrow

                        As?