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Date Posted: 13:18:03 11/02/05 Wed
Author: Raphaela
Author Host/IP: 88-110-199-177.dynamic.dsl.as9105.com / 88.110.199.177
Subject: The White Room

You stand there in the mist
hands outstretched, eyes beckoning
you will me to follow
tracing your footsteps with mine
I trust you completely
so I do, without hesitation.

Moving from the landscape lush
we drift into a white space
seamless in its purity.
Children skip on by
laughing, playing
but no sound do they make
they are silent and white.

There is no blue sky up above
just one big white cloud
no green grass underfoot,
just white froth.
I am afraid to touch the walls
they are so clean, I may dirty them
but I still want to
so slowly I extend my arm
my finger attempts to trace an outline
the steam parts, then rejoins.

You smile at me, serenely
all dressed now in white.
I feel clumsy, naïve, out of place.
There are white lilies
standing proud in their clear vase
on the white table; they mock me.

I need to escape
to get a paintbrush
and spread it across a rainbow
then flick it into this blank space.
Quietly I step back.
Which door is the exit?
All are white in white frames,
some are locked
others lead into another white space
bigger than the last.
I turn, and turn around
arms flung wide
head held back
and s c r e a m
but no sound comes out.
I am lost within myself.
I have lost my soul
doomed to a lifetime of wandering
in this white room.

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