Hallways of My Mind

Hallways of My Mind

A Poem by Heath Rumble
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a very structured poem about my mind

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Tunnels channel through the depths of my mind.
Shadowy halls lead to thoughts left behind.
 
Everything that I’ve ever heard or ever seen,
Are captured now in this breathtaking scene.
Memories on screen. Images so Serene.
But just like in a dream, thinks aren’t as they seem.
 
The hallways of my mind, and descending staircases.
Thoughts will run through them as my mind races.
They’re searching for faces and spiraling laces.
It paces its race for it’s time that it chases.
 
Figures beckon me into chambers of muse.
Their cinder block cells unjustly abused.
And I don’t want to choose which ones I must lose.
But if all will die someday, then why are they used.
 
Perhaps for the good of a man and mankind,
We learn from the thoughts of men left behind.
Kept from running blind by the lights in our mind.
It gets darker the further we travel through time.
 
The lights of the ceiling hang down from a chain.
At the end of each hallway in the depths of my brain.
They fight to retain, the light on a frame,
Of a doorway that leads to the brink of insane.
 
Look into my eyes, and I’m sure you will find,
The descending staircases and hallways of my mind.

© 2010 Heath Rumble


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Author's Note

Heath Rumble
i like the structure here. do you?

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Heath Rumble
Heath Rumble

Chicago, IL



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I am a student at Columbia College Chicago majoring in film writing and directing. I love fiction writing and poetry as well, and have refined my writing abilities over middle and high school. I somet.. more..

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