Black and WhiteA Poem by BuckA poem born of experience.
My heart is pounding.
My ears, my skin burning. My vision is throbbing. Deep breaths feel shallow. I'm at war with my own mind. Clawing, grabbing, desperate to hold. Slipping away, I can't stay. My only hope is to fight. Ice drops extinguish the fire. Cool air feels fresh in my lungs. My vision steadies but My eyes see nothing. The silence screams at me. The light blinds me. I'm stuck here, just as before. Stuck in this black void. Stuck in this white space.
© 2012 BuckAuthor's Note
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