Halls of the Dark Muse

Well at the request of mt.pspur

Blankness

There is blankness
it is sharp
like a light in the eyes
so you cannot think

When they question you
they want to confuse you
and this is what if feels like

You never quite get the words right
yet somewhere inside
you know just what you want to say
or perhaps you do

But you know
you don't want to say
what it is they are waiting to here

Still the dingy lamp light swings
and it glares
into your mind
that is what blankness is like

Blankness is not a void
it is not nothingness
it is not apathetic

Sharp as a knife blade
it is piercing
and determined
deliberate
a feeling within itself
that has no remorse

It is not true emptiness
but it is halting
splitting
an interrogation
you know is happening
but are near powerless

to say nothing.