Day Three

Feeling shitty, so no talky post. Here, have a poem.

Blank.
Like a tank
That needs filling up
As you try digging up
The will
To thank
Whatever thrill
Tries to fill
The void in your head.

White.
And bright
Is the page looking up
As you try choking up
What you got
To write
Whatever thought
Would have fought
The weight of your dread.

Black.
Is the lack
Of feels bubbling up
And the fear doubling up
That tries
To whack
Whatever flies
Behind your eyes
And poisons like lead.

I wrote this and I realise that there are a handful of people who might somehow stumble over this, read it, recognise it and know who I am. In that case, I ask you to keep it to yourself. Thank you.