Black Coal Soul
Black
The colour of your heart
The pigment of your soul
Ember dead, spark lost.
Back-cast to layered strata
From whence a diamond grows.
No glow.
You're back to black
Under crush of
Untoward need.
Burrowing.
Seeking life in bowels deep
Where there is no light.
No truth
To melt the meaning out.
Primordial defeat.
I choose to find my fire
Your dark does not inspire.
A black coal soul
Feeds on its own desire.
© Grapher April 2012
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Snake.
PoetrySNAKE; to creep, sneak. A person or thing resembling a snake in any of various ways; specifically, a treacherous or deceitful person.
