Blackout Poem by Josh B.

Pulse is racing, my face is flush, my knuckles are white as snow, and my leg won't stop shaking. To me what's next is not unknown.
My engine runs hot and I'm about to blow my top. I know there's people out there who can sympathize.
I'm holding back a demon with black eyes.

All who know me said scary when they see it. I need to walk away, something I wouldn't have done back in the day. In my world there are but two shades, black and white, in contrast it is as different as day and night.
so if you plan on hitting me you best Make it count either knock me out or it's a flash of light then no more sight so just hear me out.

But if you decide to continue, it's like the 'unluck' of the draw. Beware the demons maw.
I do my best to hold the beast at Bay but just so you know the bars on his cage are already frail and could break any day.

So if I start to turn and walk, it'd be best to stay out of my way. If you don't I can't promise I can keep it locked away.