I'm not really sure this counts as a poem...but I think it does...maybe.
Black and white swim side by side, but here and there one has always cried. As the creatures of the night are drawn by the light, those of the light are tempted by the night. But in between the black and white, the being who's cries stays hidden beyond their sight. With eyes filled with pain and continuing fright, as the black and white continues their plight. Always so shy but bold enough to say, that it would only wish they would just keep away.765Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrOUqMFUUEL
