Tell me if

you’re pale like me

inside,

staring at those

empty walls

that dusty room

trying to paint them

brilliant azure,

as it all melts

away,

like chalk scribbles

on cement.

The rain

rushes down

unrelenting

beating inside of me

until I shiver

no longer warm

yet

I’m still here,

captive.

Tell me if you’re

pale like me

inside

when you laugh

like summer’s gleam

and stand immaculate

as a statue.

I watch and

can’t see the pale.