A White Room I

Sitting here behind these cold eyes All a long with no remembrance of Home. Lost in a blinding thunder storm Emotions born in solitude My eyes are red My mouth is raw My skin feels tight. Hidden here behind closed eyes. Ice seeps in to my veins Only god can imagine my pain. They have gone Man wife mother and child. As cooling flesh goes pale... Just sitting here with these cold eyes. Drawn shut with red threads of my own despair. Sitting here with cold hands Staring into the Void of a white room.