Sometimes, I find myself
trapped in an empty room.
But... this specific room
isn't filled with an oppressive darkness.
The walls don't whisper
a devilish call in my ears.
And cold doesn't capture me
in an icy embrace.
In this room, it is still.
It is silent.
It is hollow.
And I am just there
sharing space among the nothingness.
In this room I should feel peace,
perhaps even serenity,
but there I stand and
I am impracticable.
I am insignificant.
I am inane.
And I am entirely alone.