The White Wall

I had a painting
It hung from the white wall
I awoke this morning
To find nothing there at all

I looked through the cupboards
To no avail
I went from room to room
With creeping doubt that I would fail

I stepped out my door
To try and clear my head
But behind my eyes
It seemed everything was dead

I had a painting
It hung from the white wall
I awoke this morning
To find nothing there at all