A dark hallway with many doors
Many ways out, but all are locked
Hope springs up each turn of the knob
Only to find the deadbolt solid from within
No escape is found
Running faster and farther to find a door
But it brings no change
locked, locked, locked
Stuck in the hallway, a proverbial purgatory
no place to sit, no place to rest
only walls and doors, depression and despair
There is no one else here
There is no key
There is no hope.
But what is that door there?
The frame outlined from light within
Something different, something new
What to do, what to do?
Do I allow myself to hope only for it to be shattered?
Do I walk away? Its like every door
I hold out my hand,
I grasp the knob and turn...