Silent treading and blank white walls
Glistening lights emitting from bulbs
A burden treading thousand drops of water
Cascading down with sheets such disaster
Boots soak and slop without grip
Nails tear at dreary white walls
Like a thundering blank of sea tossed ships
All the white lights shimmer about mist
It's difficult to seize the fine lines
Which to cross
Which too tearful a loss
Down the blank hallway
Stretching for miles away
It's impossible to miss
All the faces scrutiny
I clutch at my chest
It's emotions bursting like mutiny
Washed ashore my body soon come to be
Tumbling,
Spinning,
The water breaching the tiled ceiling
The hallway fills and lights flicker
Set adrift a silent scream
The heavens sent here
Of not a love story
But one of a journey
Even too great for me

a cynical eye glimpses
down into the barrel
terrified at first
what to find at the bottom
there was a great quake
a thundering shudder
of such mighty shakes
hands slips on the rusted rims
leaving traces of red imprints
where fingers ran
up and down sharp cheeks
and across the forehead
dusted with coat of hope
this barrel since looked down into
speaks without wanting to
a barrel full of water
left forgotten amidst trees and garden
lush greens and rainy skies
leaving paths muddy to tread
yet stumble on, keep the hood up
a jacket zipped too, to keep the warmth in
the barrel of water, glimpse down
down and down
a mirror, water so still
the raindrops can't even ripple
the face set in stone