The Disquieting Color (Poem)

The color of the waiting note,
Find me huddled in the corner for you
The spaces between are most important after all,
Hater of the richest soil.

If I be malevolent, then what be you?
Isn't the shadow of a shadow still a shadow?
Dear one in headlights too harsh
At the end of me, the tunnel from which you arrived.

I was salvation all along.
You denied me ad infinitum, crushed me in your twitching palm.
Foolish near one, I am born new
If you had eyes to see, if you had not closed your eyes to the dark.

-D.