White Night Poem by Sandra Feldman

I sit in front
Of a white blank page
Of something,
That is my life
In frightening whiteness
I try to calculate the future
But the past is all I see
And the wavy whiteness is
Like an all invasive, Sea
That becomes oppressive
And terribly distasteful
Frustrating all
That's near to me.
Time is no longer waiting,
Now only darkness
Do I see,
Life's a film in black and white
Directed by circumstances,
And Destiny,
Never yours,
Never really free.