In the crowded pub
A teen Goth girl
Sings of forever love.

We cheer over beers
And raise our glass
To a goth girl

And the truth
That all youth
Must pass.

And all our suns
Will become
The black.

6 thoughts on “Black

    1. K Morris Poet Post author

      Thank you for your interesting comment, Michael. I must confess to knowing little about the Goth scene. However, a recent visit to a pub in which a young Goth girl was singing prompted this poem.


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