DEAD ZONE

I touch
The walls
Of the
Empty hallway.
A mime
Trying
To escape
Groping for
Clues
Textures
Shapes
The fragrance
Of a memory.
A spoke of
Light
Peeping through
A break
In the wall
The light
Is pure
Blank
Stark
Empty
White
Missing
The spectrum
Of color
I can
Usually tap
And release
Upon paper
Painting
Images
Emotions
Interior essentials
I need
To surrender
For my
Own sanity.