black is my soul

Black bitter and cold

The colors and feelings I leave untold

Pitch dark is my spirit I leave to the mold

Which grows on it slowly leaving no holes

For light to shine through and beauty to fold

Shades of love to mellow my soul

Etching through patterns and places untold

I leave you with nothing

But pieces grown old

With sorrow and remorse

Feelings known without recourse

The lonely places that crowd the source

Of infinite Beauty kept bottled of course

Away from the passion which to0 soon ran cold

Fearful and hiding from pain that took hold

My spirit is keeping may no one behold

How black its become

Be better if sold.