Old Doors

I’m walking down a corridor

Floorboards groan in protest

With each footstep forward

A haunting warning perhaps

Do not proceed further

You won’t like what you find

 

What I’ve already found

This is a return journey

One that takes me past

All the doors I let close

From the rooms I once built

Their furnishings buried in dust

 

The path darkens as I move

A source of light once emanated

Glowed from my breast

But, now it wanes, not quite faded

Dimming, shaded, colored by the walls

Pushing down into me

Threatening to choke

I miss a breath here or there

 

It’s okay to stumble

This needs to be done

A sojourn I should have made

Sometime ago

Before I’d gone too far

Reviews

[Bacchus]

floorboards groaning in protest...
past every closed door...

the first two sections are my favorite,
wow- they really rock. eerie and lets us take our own closed door journeys...
i'd almost stop there and make it a series of poems.
so good.

[Verin]

There were a few points where I wondered if I should just end it there.