#lonelybox

A door slams And silence deafens the ears.

I stand from where I crouched low And suddenly, instinct grabs me From the backend grips of my mind. Taunting again and again, Leading me down on a seemingly Unfamiliar sequence. And I trudge my tracks ‘til I realize That I’ve been here before.

Click! I flip the switch And the lights turn on above me. I wait as the flickering comes to cease, For the light to solidify, Almost in a bold statement. And there I stand, In the middle of the room, with Blank white walls that Seem to have me boxed in, Concaving, Dissolving Leaving no fleeting trace of An entrance for me to flee Or an exit for me to avoid. And I back away, For if I chance upon a blatant one, I strike out Into an open door Whose frame melts into a muddled, Dimmed, then darkened void, That has already impossibly tainted this room.

The walls surrounding remain Eerily blank, yet the nonexistent Damage has begun as the blaring Fluorescent lights shoved upon this Empty entity, much like my confinement In this bare room, are Scorching and embedding its judgment into my scalp Whilst casting below me my shadow. A shadow that will Inevitably spread and seep into the Cracks of the corners Until all that was once blank Is filthily Contaminated.

Because I have bleached the walls With every wrong choice, Bleached it white with every trusted footprint Taken outside a wrong exit. And every burning bleaching, Searing scars soul-deep, Is accompanied by These white walls that appear Once again the darkness, As I repeatedly stumblestumble My navigation to the light switch. I cannot hide- Not in this room, no. But I can’t find myself either.