Blackness

The tears I cry are the color black.

The color of anger, the blur is dim.

My heart is blackened, my tears are grim.

I cry from anger, not from fear.

It requires a lot of hate for my tears to appear.

It doesn't happen often, but when it does,

my tears are blackened, like the night sky above.

Dark angry trails run down my cheeks.

They soil my pained face, I look like a freak.

Black so inglorious, black so unclean.

A black so achromatic, there is no sheen.

When you view Ebony tears I shed, journey very lightly, delicately you must tread.