Poetry

Black And White

There’s no black and white.

A million possibilities exist.

Yet, if that’s the case,

Then why doesn’t it feel that way?


There’s only two choices,

Pain or not.

That’s all I can see,

And all I wish to see.

My heart is too weak,

The hurt is too strong.


Sometimes I forget,

The pain that destroyed me.

So, I set myself free.

Open up my world to the possibilities.

Then an all too familiar sight appears.

In the blink of an eye,

The same pattern repeats.

These millions of possibilities turned one colour.

And yet again favoured pain.


Surely if there was no black and white,

Then the chance of hurt would be low.

Almost a zero possibility.

And it wouldn’t happen.

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