The Dying Of The Light
The red mist came over him
a bright dangerous anger
engulfing all of him
ready to explode
and splinter
into sharp shards
slicing everything touched.
When the explosion subsided
and settled into surliness
the red faded
into monochrome
and the only colours left
were the greys,
but the anger
still whirled
and churned
and screamed
inside and out
as it choked the colours
and the bright white
with darkness
heavy as diamond hard granite
weighing him down
dragging him deeper
into the black hole
with the dying of the light.


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