White

Nothing lingers in this space, Walls infused with hollow white. A place where dreams leave no trace, Where stories fade before they ignite. No scents to stir a drifting mind, No whispers calling from the deep. Nothing tempts the gaze to find A path beyond the current’s sweep. This room is still, no breath, no sound A cough dissolves in heavy air. No melody to wrap around, My tongue lies mute in vacant prayer. Yet in this white, one color clings, A silent mark that dares remain. Until doubt whispers, softly sings, A gentle urge to shed, to change. Remove the skin, you’ll be like us, Unburdened, stripped of name and past. A world so cruel, so stained with dust, Welcomes those who fade at last. Strip the color from your bones, Join us in this hollow home.