Black

I have become so fond of the color that represents my pain.

 The color of despair and sorrow,

 the very depths of my unhappiness.

 Black represents me in so many ways.

The hole that becomes big enough to consume my entire body,

 black knows no boundaries.

 An endless fall to the very bottom of a cave,

black shrouds me in its darkness.

Like a vivid dream one recalls upon waking,

black reminds me of its presence.