the white room

in the white room 

im blind 

So bright , the white

 it blurs my mind 

my thoughts are my imagination or is it my imagination is my mind?

 the snow, hot bright-

 the cold burns my heart.

 observing a man become a ghost, 

 Am I just making it up, waking up.... am I waking up? 

 blinded by the no

 know 

NO 

the cold, 

I k NO w longer feel.... 

in the white room it's so quiet it's loud. 

 But I keep climbing, 

the white fuzz blurs my senses none of them are around....

 buzzing around in the white puffy clouds 

 like sharp glass particles 

cutting streaming down my cheeks 

beecoming the dust 

 the incessent humming.... 

blinds my minds eyes 

tears evaporate in my hands

 or

 is it in my head 

my heart like an ocean rising up..... 

a tidal wave fears cover me in the white foam 

which way is up or is it down 

in the white room am I standing or drowning 

is there nothing there, nothing left?

in the white room the snow glares the mirage of hope

~cbn

xxxx