Black

It's not a colour
It shouldn't be there
And if it were gone
Would the people care?
It has no meaning
It's just a dark hue
A trick of the light
Over-witnessed too
Its connotations
Are to do with tears
Sadness, loneliness
Grief and also fears
Tool of the writer
To express dark thought
To dig out and air
All their pain well sought
But black doesn't hurt
Cause loneliness deep
Make young children yelp
Make old widows weep
It never asked to
Be funeral dress
Or to remind of
Your final caress
No, it's just a shade
With labels attached
So isn't it time
That black was dispatched?
Packed up in a box
Left alone in peace
And so this is the
Day that black deceased