I’m spun around, and around, a phantom, toying with me,
Hiding, in the stretched out darkness
That im forced to trail, with my hand in front
Guiding, me further in, but with caution,
A sinking anchor inside the hall that seems to be collapsing
All over me, and through to lay on the ground
As I step, and crack the pieces, splintering in the echo,
Lost in the canyon of a hollow structure, I plant myself,
A doomed convection of light, seen, but ignored
As its brought me to this point, this horror
That seems to be my constant downfall,
Alone in the corridor, still feeling out blindness
With a broken cane, and an unwillingness, to surrender,
A wanderer who has to proceed along the daunting route
Only to find, that there is no wall,
Not on the side, in front or behind,
Wide rim, yet I follow the forward path
As if it calls to me, a siren aware of my torment,
Stolen threads, pulled on to unravel secrets,
A blank spot now, as they vanish,
Now I remember, what I’ve been blindly chasing,
Is it too late?
the_dorian_poe's Blog 