No World Part 3: White

Manage to write this

The world around me fades into a black nothingness,

REM sleep, My greatest enemy,

healing, yet useless to the mind,

useless to me.

I get a chance to rest and decide where to go next,

return to her?

or ...no?

suddenly I feel sick, terrible,

not in control.

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"Just let it go."

Who is that?

its too damn dark.

I hear a voice but cant make out a sound,

the darkness envelops my hearing,

I begin the transition,

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"Beginning what transition? you're not awake yet, calm down. figure it out and cut the poetry crap only the pink haired girl was into that."

My eyes begin to fix on a scene,

but its hard to determine,

what it all means,

and who keeps talking,

this powerful voice,

soon I see the lights ahead,

the street we were on,

I'm back on again.

But she isn't.

"Your really f*****g fixated on this chick aren't you?"

I must be,

she was fascinating to me,

new to me,

unique to me.

Special to me.

"She's just something you made up, stop looking so deep into it,

you made me up too,

I'm still quite upset about it. 

Wait!

you got me to speak in that stupid f*****g poetry style she likes so much, like you've been doing this whole time, cause you're pathetic and a hopeless f*****g romantic. just let go, actually, yeah, I'm in control now, no more poems. fade this s**t to black and start writing my part already."

-Love,  MARCI <3

P.S.

Reviews

[R J Askew]

Great stuff.i love how the chaos appearance reinforces the word fall.

[Richard McLin]

Wow, that went dark like quick. I love these, and am hoping there is going to be more. Great job on keeping the reader not just interested, but enthralled. Great poem.
-Richard