Whiteout
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Black on the left, white on the right;
Shadows lurking within the light.
When hope is blinded by the rockets’ red glare,
Know no fear; I will be there.
Be it day or be it night;
I have but one chance to make things right.
Concentric lines make up our world.
Our visions are shapes, lines and twirls.
When we look for answers to questions unknown,
We seek the impossible, invisible tears and stones.
A world of mystery, no Wayne or Holmes.
Life without love, friendship or homes.
To the skies we cry, to the ground we fall.
Form hope we prey, the names we call.
My wish to you, my greatest creed.
My world of wonder. My forests in need.
Backspace, undo, control “z”, red hues.
Blue screens of death and x=u.
Writing letters and form to page.
Days and nights lost within rage.
Our greatest mistakes become our finest deeds.
One forest. Thousands of seeds.
Searching for answers to questions unknown.
Longing for a life we used to know.
To the heavens, we look and shout.
Our every mistake simply whited out.
The world keeps spinning, the universe twirls.
The strongest of men
brought down by thrills.
If love is a lie, that leaves you dead,
Then why doesn’t it feed off sadness and dread?
Without our hopes we fail to run.
Our dreams deferred, as a grape in the sun.
Some walk forward, others remain behind.
For those stuck in the past, no future in mind.
Forgive, not forget, all those in pain.
Let the sadness wash away, like blood in the rain.
Don’t stop building the bridge, to cross their heart.
Let the past white out, don’t tear it apart.
Our greatest efforts become the future clans.
Let the shame whiteout, like the blood on your hands.
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