Be still trembling nerves
Pounding heart, quiet now
Not another sound.

Excuse my mocking tone
And the shortness of breath
My mind is reeling
And my thoughts are clashing and toppling


Restrictions are mandatory thus
I’m making this a bit more
Complicated.

Rambling. Rambling.

Running from their sharpened claws.
Their blood stained breath.
Their never escaping hunger.

Writing in white,
with no recognition
No one notices
So oblivious.

Writing in white, I’m forgotten in the fog.

I am an illusion. I write my life in white