Fiber Optics Are Uselful Until Someone Loses An Eye

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Remember those days when everything was virtuous?

When there weren't many thing you'd deny as truth?

 

The times when it was easy

When faith was attainable

And hope was an elixir

The solvent for all life's problems

 

But then you grow up.

 

Now things are much darker than you remember

Behind each corner

A new monster for you to encounter

Each one larger than the last

 

You walk the dim hallways by yourself

Holding nothing but your own heart

In fear that it could be torn apart

 

In these dark confines

You will find light flickers

But does not shine

However

If you happen to discover a way out

Beware

There is always another corner.

 

For a perfect life is extremely rare to find.

Reviews

[Ian]

Wow!
This is wonderful! I can relate to it!
I wrote something similar... well... I'm not sure if it's similar...
Anyway, great write! Thanks for sharing!

[These Haunted Hallways]

Hehe, this was pretty interesting and thought-provoking. Sorta like thinking what might be around the corner, and expecting the unexpected, i believe. Great job with this!

B.A.

[kiki756]

It's very nice. The only thing that bothers me is:

"You walk the dim hallways by yourself
Holding nothing but your own heart
In fear that it could be torn apart".

These lines rhyme, and none of the other ones do. So it seems out of place, but otherwise the rest of the poem is very good! :]