Who scorched my brain white?
Today I think of hollow thoughts.
I may not be sane tonight
for the waterfall’s edge is tied in knots
Storms, flood, hail and a drizzle,
may have overflowed the river
but for every drop, they evaporate with a sizzle
My mind doesn’t seem it will break its fever
If medicine fails to freeze
the burning ache inside my mind.
If even time cannot make me feel at ease
what solution can I find?
The life-giving river has now dried
And the last drop has vaporized.
With no apparent cure at sight
I shall continue to see white.
This is part two of my blog series covering poems. The first part is Black.
Penned/Photgraphed by: Leo Knalb
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