The Black Side
Black side of ourselves
occasionally torturing
wrapped around the eyes
the heart is getting blind
Black side of ourselves
anger vomiting
from the hatred of the blood
humans are often restless
between days
beautiful Sunday
that can not be fixed
with anything
calendar is not dated
empty and dry
unable to fill the light again
but whether you are here
the black side turns into yellow
your eyes
shining again
fill the ancient room
Black side of ourselves
just a torturous longing
or eliminate yourself
from a love party
Indonesia, 2018
Poetry by. Ihsan Subhan
Ilustration Pic : errornita.blogspot.com