Corridors

Corridors

Pacing the halls

Lost, lonely, sinking.

The lights behind extinguish,

The world ahead looks bleak –

There are no safe or welcoming arms

Waiting at the end of the corridor,

Only more corridor,

Stretching out into eternity.

Sometimes, paths will cross,

Another weary traveler walks with you,

Before deviating from the path

And leaving you alone once again.

These moments of shared experience

Are what make life worth living –

But in the end,

We are alone in this – the

Corridor of life.

Nicole Coyne

27.July.2015