Many Losses

Black is the color of a heart so cold that will someday stop and turn into mold. It is the color of sweat on a killer's face, the disappointment and anger of losing a race. Black is the color of a death too soon, the soft, sad cry of a morning loon. It is the sadness of a lonely wife, when her husband goes out and loses his life. Black is the color of disrespect, a child who suffers from sorrow and neglect. It is the color of darkness so drear, the feeling I get when you are no longer near.