The Corridors

The Corridors

 

I walk the dark corridors of my mind,

Lost in the thought of losing,

Hallways constructed by deception and confusion,

Infinite doorways that lead to pain and isolation.

This is my world, my life…my destruction.

 

Desolation and chaos the keys to a world consumed by the nightmare

To the memory of the hands of death,

The force that wrapped around my body,

Cold and bleak, all that lay before me.

A wasteland, painted red with hopes and dreams,

Murdered for their joy and promise.

My laughter, my cheer…my foolishness.

 

I walk down the spiraling stairway of arctic emptiness,

Towards the never ending abyss,

A horror that claimed the brightest part of my soul,

Users and abusers, they all reside here,

There in the depths of nothingness,

Where the mocking begins,

Where the lies are told,

Hurt lives and breathes in the narrow cracks,

Crafted by dirty dealing kisses,

And a beguiling touch,

There corridors are built for mass consumption.

This is my heart, my love…my loneliness.

 

My world structured by lurid faces,

This is my world, my life, my destruction,

My laughter, my cheer, my foolishness,

This is my heart, my love…my loneliness. 

Reviews

[Shep]

Another great and thought out poem. You inspire me with your words.

[Pax]

dark corridors of my mind...i always walk in that corridor..i just passed by...sometimes they grab you that u can never escape...because the key of free will is out of reach... a brilliant write, i can totally relate...

[Layla J Omorose]

Thank you for your review.

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

There is some darkness within us all, some of it we are born with and some is instilled be events in our life... your poem is deep and moving.

[Layla J Omorose]

thank you for the review.