Ebony Swirls
By Katlyn Belliveau

I close my eyes and the world goes black.. 
Not even the brightest mind could pierce the ebony swirls that posess my thoughts..
Even on the lighter days, the sunny days, the brighter days, the bursting days, the happy days..
Not even then... can a single bright mind pierce the ebony swirls that posess my thoughts.

Many a time I've sat and pondered things I'd thought unponderable..
Linking mental chains.. I think of this from the thought of that, and that from the thought of those..
Then of course I thought of those from this, and this from that.. I think, and I think.. I think some more..
When I lose myself in my own mind.. I wonder if ever, I could be trapped forever, in those ebony swirls.
Those thoughts and those ebony swirls that I'm always pondering.

When a hand reaches out to lift me to my feet, the ebony swirls, oh how they twist and grind..
Oh how they twist and leap in my mind.. The ebony swirls twist and leap as this hand reaches out..
To simply help me... So, on the lighter days, the sunny days, the brighter days, the bursting days..
Even the simply happy days.. not even the brightest mind, the strongest hand, can pierce the ebony swirls that so perfectly...
Posess and Infect my thoughts.