Insanity

No rain did fall,
Yet puddles splashed as I walked.
No voice did call,
Yet to the sky I talked.

No cold to feel,
Yet a chill ran down my spine.
No reason to heal,
Yet I know I’m not fine.

No room to run,
Yet I paced to and fro.
No beating drum,
Yet a rhythm, so slow.

No colours to paint these cushioned white walls,
Just demons that roamed through the dark, hollow halls.