The floor
Has a unique shade of
Grey spotted with flecks of browns
And dirt from the
passers shoes- Clump
another human walks by
Reflecting a dark shadow
across the barrens of
the floor.
Light floods in
Detailing the lines etched
Passing towards and away
From each other, under doors
Of heavily traffic areas.
Staring up at the lonely
Blank and desolate faces,
Not without emotion but busy to
get another job done.