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black
blackness
heavy
oppressive
hitting
nails in coffin
brain matter exploding
colours weighing
mass building
to black
black
black
face front
wiggle fingers
can’t see
no movement
stealth is king
blackness reigns
pours complete
drowns the sodden effigy
scarecrow begs for mercy
black
pinpoints
pinpoints
patterns of black-ness
mixed
with grey
with white
light
pierces
searches
burns irises
heats surfaces
blackness runs
like inks spilt
on a table tilt
borders to be crossed
depression to be lost
in the blinding fight
the calming might
of white light
sight
I like this poem. Very strong images. Very good. I love the last stanza.
ReplyDeleteI can definitely hear you reading this one.
And I hope that the blackout doesn't continue and you find your white light.
Thanks PW....gotta get me some Mo Juice
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