Black

Black
from Colors
By Nabil Abou Baker
5/17/2010

My Soul has been taken like Dorian
Gray, but his was traded for beauty.
What I received in return – agony.
Gray had the painting and I, my fallen
Heart – morning your ostentatious ocean
Eyes, the ones that escape nearly – earthly
Time. Unfortunately, they lack mercy.
I’m left like the portrait – isolated.

Though arguably Dorian’s portrait
Existence may have corrupted his fate,
I am torn wondering whether or not
You are Dorian or the portrait. Caught –
Or better lost in what has come. This world
Is just filled with shades of Dorian’s Gray – Black.