Date: 22-04-2016
Nothing.
White walls
White floors
White coats
My vision fades to white
Until all I see is nothing
but the stars that explode in the back of my brain
Until all I see is nothing
but the possibility of colorful future that might have been
Until all I see is nothing
but everything that I'm leaving behind
as they press the button to free me
so that all I see is
Nothing.
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twenty sixteen ✓
Poetry/twenty sixteen : a poetry collection/ A poem, a day. Can't be that hard, right? One of my New Year's Resolutions this year is get back into poetry and explore new styles. This is my attempt at doing just that. This collection will be a mixture of d...
