Monday, October 6, 2008


Locked in a room with no door
wall, white walls
lost, wearing last night's clothes
pressure seizing my eyes, barely open
the air, pure. No smell,
I touch the wall, I feel nothing.
A light bursts through
Have I found God?
gazing into bright I wait
pure air running out
I struggle
The room turns dark, no windows
Have I found the Devil? until
You took off the white sheets
Where i found Both.