White locks

White knuckled.
White blank expression.
White noise.
The white outnumber the gold.
Locked out now, white knuckles tells the frustration of a changing image.
White locks caused by the ravages of time, the amount of give up.
Just breaking down now at an age, middle turning to down hill, the bad memory's still locked away.
To white collar to be faint.
To faint to get to the chair.
To feel cheer.
White as a ghost.
Locked in the past.
The breaking of the waves, the mush of the brain, the white bones, the white noise ringing in the ears.
Alright old whitening strips in this hair.
Damage shows in the whites of the eyes.
White coats call for the carcass your usefulness is locked in as worm food.

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Comments
The white coats may get my carcass, but they will never get my disembodied spirit as it will be in the paradise of the spirit world waiting to be reunited perfectly by the One in the White robe!.great write!.................Jim
Good for you Jim