Only Dead

Written in 2010

You sit in an empty room.
White and polished it may be;
All of your fears prey there.
They eat your being inside and out.
You sit here,
Feel and ice cold hand
Lay upon your shoulder.
You look over.
Nothing's there
But my voice.
You lower your head.
Your body has vanished
Swept away by grief.
Devoured by the fears.
You're just an empty soul
lost in the white & polished room
That you call,
Your mind...