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.

[Tony Jordan]

If there was ever a sequel to The Eagle's song 'Hotel California' then this would be it Lovecraft.
yes the Captain would say 'Check out but you can never leave' with a right old muwahahaahaa then this would come next.
Just for bringing up one of my favourite songs I'm sticking this in my favs library.
So how'd ya like them apples?

[Lovecraft]

Lol, they were sweet. Thanks Onion Moon Face. ;)

[Giulia King]

This is so brilliant! I love this piece!! I wish this was a big longer, like a story. I never want to stop reading :) Great job

[Lovecraft]

Thanks. I do want to add several more verses, it feels somewhat incomplete.