Color of pain

Color of pain

Surely, the color of pain must be red,
Like the welts, bruises and wounds that bled,

Or perhaps it is an icy blue,
That makes one question if there is anything true,

No,no,that cannot be right,
It should be black, like the cold dark night,
That subsumes any ray of hope or light

Or just perhaps, it is white,
Like that shroud that enveloped you, in its embrace tight,

But then again perhaps, it is colorless,
This harbinger of cold emptiness,

And although the color of pain I never did find,
Pain ,that old friend ,is a kindred kind.

-shubha