Never Was

Empty rooms that weren't there. Faces of people who were not. Words spoken that never were. Memories of all that is not.

I am trapped in these rooms of which I have no memory. They form a labyrinth with no escape. My only company is familiar faces all too unfamiliar. Whose words never reach my ears.

I am tired. I lie on beds that are not there. I wake to sun without windows. I see a stranger's face in the mirrors on empty walls.

I hold my hands before me. I turn over someone else's. My hands never left my side. I walk from room to room without leaving the room. I speak to the strangers without parted lips. I hear with ears that aren't mine all the words they never said.

Four walls I count, but each one different. I count and count, but they never end. I spin in circles and nothing changes. Yet each turn leaves me in another room. But I was not moving.

I sit while I stand and rest while I wake. My thoughts run through an empty mind. I see all that is not there. Yet my eyes are closed.

I am dreaming. But this is my reality. I am awake. Without any desire, I wish to leave this maze. Without any motivation, I will myself out. But I am not trapped. There is no room. Only a me that never was.