Written In Thoughts

Concrete

The light flickers sporadically in the musky room.
A room of no doors, a room of no windows.
The only thing in sight are the four walls, and the light.
The light that flickers off and on,
the walls made of concrete.

What lay beyond these concrete walls I do not know.
But I feel like there's a nothingness.
A white void filled with nothing...
blank space nothing could ever go or be... but it would never be seen
For all I see is concrete.

Only noise fills my senses for the room is so bare.
The noise of my breath, and the noise of the whispers.
The whispers coming from the walls, from the ceiling, or from beneath my feet.
All of which are mad from concrete.
They whisper my name, and many other things.
Things that make me small, things that make me fear.
Every whisper, coming from the concrete.

I ask the whispers where I am, and why I'm here.
But no matter how much I ask, the answers are never concrete.
All I can do is look at the walls and think...
Maybe in another life there's another me, in another room of concrete!
Maybe the light doesn't flicker and there are three walls!
But what do I know other than these four walls and this light?
The light that flickers off and on,
And the walls made of concrete.