The walls draw darkness threatening
To swallow up the only light in the room
I look up at the art, so empty and so full,
And I am comforted by it.
I am comforted by the dark,
Its silent words not laced with sweetness
My eyes feeding on it ferociously,
Cloaking my mind.
I touch the walls lightly,
So cold and so stoic beneath my skin,
I know I should feel something,
But these walls refuse entry.
I'm struggling and near torn,
But I cannot feel a thing
I've unknowingly set up walls
Around myself, to keep everything out.
I lay here in the dark
I feel safe
I close my eyes
And I see the darkness on the walls.
