Unfinished poem...

Sitting in a little room
that is not my own
the white walls looming, towering
I quiver with emotions
I do not feel
pain already cauterized
loss already accepted.
Distraction is sought
work comes with effort
desired not for its own end
but for the sake of the block
which is provides my words.

Kneeling in a little room
that is not my own
the cool silence pressing, close
I am still
offering pain and loss
seeking knowledge of Another's Will
beside me...