The room I stand in makes me blind

white before me white , behind

The same room which is painted black it’s floor and ceiling behind my back

Blinds my senses even more as stare down at the coal black floor

 

No doors or windows to escape 

Black and white seals my fate.

I can’t see either , no distinction 

Nothing near and nothing far.

My eyes are blanked

with burning stars.

 

No focus point no up or down

Just black or white , to spin me round

No coloured point or crack of light 

To free me from my blinding fright 

To fix my soul or hang my shadow

No emotion, I just stand fallow.