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Endless White

Even knowing

moments after stopping
can mean moments before death,
the rise of hair on my arms
and a cold sweat on my neck
pulls me to a halt.



Eyes

sheilded from the glare;
I turn slowly
to endless horizon,
endless white.



It is not

fear of death
but fear of living
that drives you
insane



padded walls
chafed sleeves
close around

In your past
or future,
I wait.













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  • Catressa gold member
    June 20, 2008
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    gave me chills my friend.. which is what any good write should do