A Blank Room

I sit in a blank room
No shadows of people
No sound
Stark white walls tower above me
My eyes grope their way up and meet
the equally white ceiling.
Blank.
Blank.
Blank.
A listless Saturday night
Falling into history
Nothing done, nothing gained
Time lost
All the same.

The worn leaflets of my past,
memories;
crowd my thoughts.

But in the real world
I'm
Blank.
Blank.
Blank.