Black Is The New Green
I hate living
within this sea of darkness,
clinging to coffee, then wine
as if my life depended on them.
Is it time
I erase all boundaries?
Color over them
with my yellowed and broken
box of crayons?
My ego is long gone anyway
Or,
maybe I never had one.
They say the grass is greener
on the other side,
but what if it’s not?
What if it’s black
on both sides?
*Image by Stefan Schweihofer from Pixabay.