Posted by Christopher L. Douglas (64.108.105.112) on June 13, 2001 at 11:00:23:
Blind White
The cold I feel
it's bitter caress...
It corrupts my thoughts
with visions of hollow.
In the midst
of this dead abyss
lies my resting place...
This future with no tomorrow.
My eyes...
They all but close.
I am yet frozen still...
And am taken away...blind white.
Christopher Lewis Douglas
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