The Air Is Always Cleaner On The Other Side Poem by Tyler Chambers

I used to see white when I closed my eyes.
These days only the darkest of blacks reach my shut optics.
But I guess that can happen when all light is eclipsed by lids that seem to bare such a dark perspective of the surrounding world.
An extreme fading of mindset has taken place; the contrast is indisputable.
Hope dims to helplessness, and ambitions dissolve to dreams.
Even the brightest of jewels lose luster when exposed to an overcast environment.
To find one's self to be the product of an impossible equation? Inevitable.
How ironic to be one's own demise.
Because I used to see white when I closed my eyes.