A long white stretching corridor
is where I find myself walking.
I’ve been here before semi-conscious.
Clamming in fear every time as
The presence surrounds me crushing.
I try to flee with lead legs and
silver beads fall from my head, as
motion slow I try to make it
to the door. Panic urging me
to escape the faceless ghosts as
curtains blow somewhere I need to
return to. Confounded my hand
on the handle I look back eyes
wide and open the door only
to not know, which way to go. Sobbing
staircases coiling to some place
escaping. Each stair I tread on
I feel it coming ever closer.
Desperately reaching the top to
find more doors to open in dread.
Certain I will evermore be
lost here searching for a way out.
Despondent and reckless I run
trying each door in futile hope.
Until guided by an angel
that I cannot see, I find my
way back to sanity through
a doorway that I shut firmly.
With sheets crumpled and matted hair
I dream now of much sweeter things.