Not White Christmas
That dream where staircase
turn to oil beneath feet
and like quickening sand
drags you underneath
appearing in a bastard black sea
blackend sky and black clouds shiver by
sun black hole siphon off the light
and black beach
never felt feet
and in the screaming black
i look back
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
