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.
Wow, there is so much in this poem. Right from the start it made me scared, the line i hate living…sounds like a confession almost. I love the optimistic tone further- coloring with crayons. Right away it made me think of coloring and making things better, depite crayons you used being “yellowed”. Its hope. Black grass everywhere brings us back into the world devoid of color. Im still processing this poem, but these are my thoughts out loud.