The blackness.

The blackness of the soul

It hurts the most

But what it shows the most

Of my soul

The blackness of being

It is the most honest,

the hardest and most hostile

What more can I do but I do not want to see.

The blackness of the soul,

the night to see,

it makes me sad

but without ceasing to know.

My blackness,

the hidden part of me

wants to go out and jump

but I will not allow it.

Goodbye good readers

and I really hope

that you like this poem

to their hearts.