I am a blank
A space between words
That airless void
Of wingless birds

I am a vacant gaze
married to a vapid poise
Threadbare sighs
Eclipsing noise

Expiring dust as
I meander through a mesh of white washed walls
Empty corridors
And ashen floors

I am a limbo
A platitude of muted grey
A limp film of rust
flattening the fray

I am a milk-and-water puddle
Of sunken skin
I can’t care for a world
Which I’m no longer in