The Black Side

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