Its the complete lack of colour,
Lack of liveliness
Devoid of any life.
But it isn't the end, either.
Black can be a full stop
Or the start of a chapter.
What will this one be?
Who can tell,
All I can see right now
Is this dull shade
Of nothing.
Do not dispair!
Do not believe for a second
That this is a tunnel
In which there is no light!
There is.
Its everywhere.
This is no tunnel,
'Tis but a shroud.
All I've got to do is find my way out.
