White This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

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   White

Pure, flowing white
Like wind
Billowing about my frame,
My soul's cage.
Auburn locks dancing
About my face and neck.
I'm enveloped all in white.
Everywhere, all around
Is white -
The color of innocence
And purity.
Yet I am neither,
And don't belong
Blemishing this beautiful world
Covered all in white.
So I lay upon the treacherous rocks
Staring up into nothingness, sky.
I know I'm cold,
Yet I feel nothing.
Just numbness and
Perhaps something
Remotely resembling relief.
No fear,
No more hate,
Just nothing.
Not even the black sea.
Black - evil, wicked, deceitful.
Black - rushing darting,
Seeping up,
Engulfing some of the white
It disappears like
It had never existed -
Like I will - soon.
The black sea's cold fingertips
Tickle my willing toes,
And as it pulls
My white-clad body out to sea
My soul is free.
Nothing is left.
Just the pure, innocent beauty
Of this white, white world.

by R. W., Owl's Head, ME


This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.






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tashi said...
Jun. 13, 2015 at 3:33 am
awesome perfect hilarious poem
 
MadiBee said...
Oct. 12, 2010 at 7:14 pm
omg epic! amazing! wow perfect imagery
 
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