White-washed Walls

A dull light shines bright on the white-washed walls

Of an empty room

It casts deep blue shadows that wander around in the in-between spaces

Fighting with the window-light and making the room somehow more silent

I come in now, led aimlessly by my little shuffling feet

The floor feels dry and dusty

I collapse, my back sliding down the wall.

I land hard on the floor

There to wait till morning when my bed will come

I can't sleep for my mind replays the past

But my thoughts are interrupted because the shadows begin to speak

I don't know what they are saying, or I do, but I can't explain it to you

I know they want to condemn me somehow, for something

But I can't hide from them, I almost don't want to

Though I have never been more alone

I have never felt freer somehow, this lonely night

I know the shadows will stay with me until I fall asleep

I wish so much to sleep but my back aches from the stiff wall

And the hard floor, and the lack of a soft covering

I will lie in this in-between state of being and someday, the morning will come