As Is White

Blinding light,

reflected on washed out walls,

surrounding colours

meant to fulfill life,

unable to escape

insomniac nights

of lay-awake moments

and captured dreams.

 

Here is only an instance,

one existance,

bathed in creamy

soup

of eras passed

and locked up

within corrupted time.

 

Where black is held

like nostalgic night,

unheard of,

within a barrier

of deathly white.

 

I sit in a white room without any knowledge of time and life.
This is my beginning and my end.
I spend my whole life here,
in this mental state
of depression.

Reviews

[nono]

Very interesting write! You did an awesome job on this

"This is my beggining and my end." (by the way spelled wrong) hehe lol
Thought that part was awesome!

[manifesto]

...Wow...this is amazing. I love the beat, and the meaning...is too deep to put into words. I can really feel the emotion in this one. Love this:
Where black is held
like nostalgic night,
unheard of,
within a barrier
of deathly white.
Amazing beat there. Overall, love it!!!

[Geralyn Miller]

Your poem manages to convey the simple, yet difficult, fact that depression, like white, is a combination of many things and blinding, depression or white is too much of everything.

[kuru]

"Here is only an instance,
one existance,
bathed in creamy
soup
of eras passed
and locked up
within corrupted time"....that was really good

[raining]

i couldnt write as well as you do when i was in high school.

[Robin]

depression is blinding ...

[Fabian G. Franklin]

"insomnic"....Insomniac? And "unheard" in third from last line. This was an interesting piece...I have to say that I really didn't "get the message" but I like the piece nonetheless. I wonder what has "corrupted" time? Why is one existence bathed in the creamy soup of eras past...I tried to decipher the meanings but I was just confused the more. I still like the sounds.

[Blossom]

this is really nice. though there are some spelling errors, I get the message. the flow of this is beautiful and the imagery is amazing