It stretches out in front of me, cold, dark, waiting to envelop me.
It represents everything I hate to be, hollow, alone, trapped and not free.
I quicken my pace and stare ahead, walls, pipes, my footsteps are dead.
The silence is louder than any scream, piercing, dominating, worse than a dream.
My heart quickens with each step, louder, faster, focus on each step.
Cannot fight the feelings of dread, swarming, controlling, owning my head.
I finally reach the end of the pathway, bright, inviting, the next hallway.
A new place for me to explore, curious, open, right through the door.