White Like the Walls

White Like the Walls - 1/92

Empty corridors
The streetlights from outside
spread the shapes of the windows
across the walls and the floors

White faded to grey
the stillness of the air
says there's no one here
but me

The moving car's headlights
makes the windowshapes
travel along the wall as
it speeds off down the street

The sound of it's engine dies
off in the distance
I sit with my back against
the wall in the corner

legs up to my chest
arms around my legs
my head on my knees
I wait silently

Looking through the window
at the street lamp
blurring my eyes to see
how far it's starbeams go

I lay down to sleep
the cold, shiny floor offers no comfort
white like the walls, showing no wear
very few have walked these corridors

The door to my right
is not the exit, not the entrance
it stands unlocked, leading to
just more, darker corridors