PennRock's blog: "thoughts"

"The Corridor" 
         By:PennRock


Stairs, black like granite 

Over run, dirty,unwashed 

Like highway roads 

Forever stained with rubber 

Lead to the future 

Unsure and unanswered 

You yell “Is anybody there?” 

Eternity echoes back at you 


So long, it has no sense of time 

No smell, and nothing to hide 

Its pitch black, you can't see a thing 

You search your pockets 

You find box of matches 

You light a match and keep going 

You light one after another 

You walk the corridor 

You see no end 


As you walk you pass many doors 

Over and over 

You hear distorted whispers 

Passing like thoughts, like moments 

Twisted tongues are on the other side 

You make another step 

You walk for hours 

For weeks, months, years, and decades 

You reach the end 


No matches left, but one 

You feel old, weak and drained 

Your feet bleed from walking 

You look back 

You really made one step 

You realize it was your life 

What did you achieve? 

Tears and desperation 

But its too late.. 

You wake up 

It was only a bad dream. 


Its time to walk the corridor again..