The Dark Master Poem by bruce meyerson

The Dark Master



The dark master holds my eyes open wide open
Try to block him with white mind
The dark master wins and holds my eyes wide open
The dark master to strong so I play in his world
Death ok life loss ok gain worry ok relax dark turns to grey
I am strong very strong I push him back into subconscious
The gray turns white my eyes close see him again tomorrow

Tuesday, June 28, 2011
Topic(s) of this poem: dark,eyes,loss,subconscious
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