.b l a c k.
shrieks and grimaces
are what define
my grotesque world.
i tried to escape
but they only
bound me tighter.
gone are the reveries
of undying red
and vivacious canary.
gone is my world
of pristine white.
i'm locked headfirst
in a battle with
an anonymous entity.
and all I know is that
my opponent
is unforgiving.
i'm just
flailing helplessly
in this fathomless
b l a c k pit now.
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Poetry|| I'm a thousand colours-- but still, I'm waging a war against b l a c k and w h i t e || ______________ p r i s m s © Aneet, September 2015 lowercase intended
