White Pain

White is not an opaque color It seemed to shimmer incandescent figures under the eve of light A foreshadowing Pain is the white that compliments your wedding dress Tying the knot Knowing you’ll be bound to it forever Pain can be held and walked hand in hand down the aisle with Your maid of honor White It’s the color that infests your eyes and hair and face Starting with empty thoughts and eraser shavings caught in the bouquet Making your solid black outlines a mere grey White may not be opaque But you succumb to the transparency While the pain fills the void your tears left Pain loves to linger Because it’s no stranger it feels like it belongs Pain is loyal It never forgets to white out all the right dates and remember to walk you home. Don’t let Pain overstay its welcome It’ll burrow a home into your head and kick out Calm and Cool It’ll bond with Hate behind your back But it’s not like that’s unknown What a horribly manipulative thing Pain is But without it in your life What is home?