Hallway of Doors (Poem)

I've realized my potential, but there are so many paths to take...

Out of this battered door at the start of the hall

The way is stocked full of infinite possibilities

Each door to either side unique

One charred black, smoldering and smoking

Others just cracked, intact and holding

Your footsteps are not the only sounds filling this hallway

Behind these closed doors noises range from screams of agony and terror

To the most beautiful of music

Each door handle unique, but the outcome the same

You turn then you push and witness life change

Reviews

[Bound In Red]

Beautiful in all senses of the word.

[Damien Davison]

Why thank you!

[Bound In Red]

Very Welcome.

[Strigoikillerr]

Oh wow, the imagery in this is great. Really deep & thought-provoking about choices one can make.. neither door sounds appealing.. But, I guess we need to choose!

[Damien Davison]

Well, we could just stand in the hallway, but what does that accomplish? Thanks for revieiwing!

[}Echo{]

This is cool. And true. Awesomeness.

[Damien Davison]

Why thank you!

[Baby Ricochet]

Great poem. I opened that charred black smoldering door.

[Damien Davison]

S**t... Take care. Thanks a lot for reading and reviewing

[jkhatz]

... and for that, fate is a fickle b***h!

Great wisdom and insight, perfectly drawn.

[Damien Davison]

Thanks a lot! Wan't sure if this would be noticed with all the poems I've been adding recently... Thanks again!