Blank

Eyes searching for a glimmer

Of blind faith

On the spotted ceiling,

Stained pure white by

The reality that

There really is nothing here

For her.

And down she goes,

Sliding,

Sliding.

Glazed eyes deny seeing anything

Written on the walls.

On the floor

Where she now sits,

Hopeless.

On the ceiling.

Where there is nothing

But white.

And white.

And white.