The Corridor

Walking through a corridor and reliving your life.

An endless corridor of bleak gray walls, surrounded,

Stains and puddles of black and red, spattered about,

The memories and experiences painted everywhere I trod.

I walk quickly through, avoiding the faces on the walls,

Weeping and crying out to me with their sullied impotence,

Reaching out at me with their nonexistent hands and eyes.

I begin to sprint wildly, evading the grasp of the

Memories and Experiences which have informed my Life.

The exit at the end is so close yet always far,

A white light suffusing the door with a beauty.

Finally I reach the door, grasping handle and swinging it open only to find myself once more at the very beginning.

I scream in utter futility, knowing I can't reach the end.

But still I traverse this dreaded corridor, 

Desiring some sort of way out, to somewhere,

Some area in which I can completely forget.

There is no way out, no exit sign...

Author's Note

Just a quick little poem regarding Life. Any criticism welcome. ;)

I have added another verse.

Reviews

[David R Gonzalez]

this is a very bleak view of life. however, I can understand its point. Life is a never ending struggle that even when you think you have reach some end it just leads to the same disappointment. The never-ending search for happiness is truly eluding.

[AshlynnStyx]

Its terribly blunt for being so wrapped around. It matches my own view of life and therefore I can relate. Always searching and never quite finding, stuck in monotony and wishing for more.

[Lovecraft]

It may be a bleak view, but is it not also true in many ways? :)

[AshlynnStyx]

That it is.

[TerryDarcy-Ryan akaSh..]

There are parts of life that become a trap the secret for release tucked deep inside destiny design. The form the trap takes is different for everyone. A sad but true place here is we realize it for what it is and challenge it anyway. Your walls are strong and inescapable the only way out is to feel the things you avoided when you built this trap. I was overcome with sadness reading this and I felt a bit haunted as if this stirs something I would rather not face. I also thought of Hell itself reading it as vision of hell. Well, Trap for life, Haunting or Hell very entertaining write. Great job. Sir Lovecraft

[Lovecraft]

Thank you, Dame Terror. ;)

Your review is very thought-provoking by the way. I like it...

[Papaya]

has a bit of a dark hotel california sort of kick to it, you definitely like to swim in the dark, good writing

[Lovecraft]

Thanks. Another reviewer also said it reminded them of Hotel California, lol.

[Papaya]

really? that sucks, i thought i was being original!

[Lovecraft]

Lol, I do believe you are quite unique. ;)

[Hebe]

This reminds me of having a recurring nightmare....running trying to get to the end only to find yourself at the beginning. ..the description is so vivid...i felt i was running down that corridor....... yikes! Let me out!!! Excellent writing!

[Lovecraft]

Thanks once again, Hebesy! ;)

[matrixmark]

A never ending corridor. Even though you had this down as a poem - it felt like a short story. The descriptives, darkness and fear ingredients were all there to be read - and boy did I read it. I love the dark side of reading and writing and you captured this perfectly with this great, great short piece.

Mark.

[Lovecraft]

Thanks, Mark! I actually started this as a short story a couple years ago but decided to format it instead as a poem to see how well it would turn out. :)

[Cobblestone Traveler]

I really enjoyed this. It draws the reader in and it seems like I'm going on the journey myself. "Sullied impotence"--so good. It keeps the soul on edge, and I appreciate poetry that can command the emotions like that. Excellent job!

[Lovecraft]

Thank you, My Fellow Traveler.

[Valentine]

Some times being in this state of mind happens to me after a old relationship that left me locked in a dark closet for days all battered.

[Lovecraft]

Sometimes it's about all of your memories an being unable to hide from them. ;)

[KLMazon]

Definitely creepy but with a strong lesson in the middle. I like how this invokes a raw emotion but the language is so eloquent.

[Addict With a Pen]

I like how there are faces on the walls. Makes it spooky. Also how it's sort of a horror story, reliving life over and over again. Although this person seems to have a sad background story, I think anyone would get tired of/ only see the dreadful things in life, if they were to live it over and over. You should add more, I want to see where this goes. If it's only a representation of a painful life, you should try to make another version that is a story. How did they get here? Whos faces are on the wall? WHY can't he reach the end?
Great write :)

[Lovecraft]

Thanks. I agree that I made it too short. I should add a bit more detail too.

He can't reach the end because they are memories he can never forget/escape. The faces on the walls represent people he's known throughout his life, people he hates and loves, people that have died, etc.

I did write this much too quickly and I'm going to revise it a lot within the next day or two.