Black
by Kim, eighth grade poet
Sadness fills the air as she walks among the dead,
for they cannot see her.
She blends in with the darkness, black,
if dead she is seen.
She will fill the stomach of Cerberus.
She walks upon bones and death.
Angry souls rise from the ground,
an attempt to escape
from the misery and pain which is wished upon them.
She wanders around using her hands to guide the way,
no luck.
She has no choice but to sit and await her fate.
In the distance there is black and nothingness but,
could it be the pits of Satan’s home?
Or the underworld of which creatures room it from?
There is no red, nor orange or burning pits of fire,
for it cannot be Satan’s home.
She is in the underworld
where color is nothing.
Creatures are awaiting,
and her soul is black, blacker than black itself.
She’s colorless.
(Click here to view/print Kim and three of her classmates' poems)
