Shades in the shadows

There are many shades in the shadows
And it is undeniable that the drops of color,
infinitesimal as they are,
stand out wonderfully
on the most intense black.

Arrived at the terminus
we descend tired and bewildered
With a heart of ice
and emotions to zero,
go up on our parked car
where to go, then?

If only the pain would fade away
this internal pain, which bends us.
We may have lost the strength,
the last fragment of hope,
in this non-life?

Gloomy thoughts in which I often neglect.
Depression, repression, frustration...
I don't perceive their boundaries anymore,
I only fell that...
everything dissolves in the pitch black.

Poetic images... "kind of psychic visions"
claimed a poet.

Yet, despite everything,
I think there are many shades in the shadows
And it is undeniable that the drops of color,
infinitesimal as they are,
stand out wonderfully
on the most intense black.