The air gets thinner
The light is fading
Not even a warning
Never waking
Not the end
Or the beginning
Not even somewhere in the middle
Black floods every inch
The only white is in the center
Where the air gets thinner
YOU ARE READING
Black Walls
PoetryA collection of poems I wrote. *WARNING* I wrote a few years ago and thought of posting them. You can see the major differences as you read.
