That Man In Black

Who is that man?

the one in darker colors,

hues of charcoal,

pigment de negro,

with his back turned to the world,

one who was defined by fear,

stalled by circumstance,

his own urbane passenger,

drenched in sky’s teardrop,

he tumbles,

breaks free,

chains which once restrained,

and hid the light,

his friends would always do,

he didn’t understand,

his accounts were paid,

yet he did not comprehend,

the scale,

vices in his license,

to carry on,

as the clock strikes zero,

he rides again,

knowing debts valued,

that man in black,

can reclaim.

 

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