The hallway

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.


About Amanda Hope

Communications professional. Book lover. History nerd. Runner. Tea drinker. Musician. Proud 'Pegger.
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