Tuesday, June 28, 2011

The Black

          There is nothing but the black.
          I always pray that my eyes will adjust, but they never do.
          This box is not that big. I can feel the sides, find the edges and corners with ease. I have been here so often that I know it like the back of my hand, but my eyes still see a great nothingness. As far as they are concerned, there is nothing and there will always be nothing. I am alone. Trapped.
          I try to distract myself and think on happier times. In vain.
          Fantasizing will do me no good. The black remains.

I don't have much to add to this one.  I like it.  Maybe you like it, too.

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