Ian wrote this poem to read for his class. I'm publishing this to further prove that my siblings are funnier than yours. Also because I wish that I could write poetry like this. I don't know if it has a title, and I added the punctuation.
Dear black, why do you make me sad?
You remind me of my childhood I once had.
You lock me up in a world when I go to sleep,
only to scare me and make me weep.
Those nights of bright light will disappear I fear.
You are everywhere, so far and so near.
You are a leaf, slowly falling upon the earth at night,
And you're a murderer who kills the content of light.
You're like a cat whose path I follow.
And you fill my heart when it is hollow.
You've taken a dear friend of mine, a friend now loss.
I will be there soon too, under the cross.
Black, you are the color of my bread.
My dead bread bred bread on my red bed.
You make me cry a sea,
because you make me feel as lonely as thee
who cannot see.
You keep me away from colors
such as yellow, blue, red
The colors that speak true happiness, to me, they are dead.
My cat is a black, fluffy young lad,
so I guess black isn't all that bad.
-Ian Hentenaar
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