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| My Corridor |
| It seems to go to infinity this corridor which is my life. Buzzing noisily, Spanning years, and time Stretching till no horizon is in site. Wearily I travel along it watching as traffic merges. Doors open and close As they move along this hall Mingling with each other. They come, they go, Some stay awhile A few take my hand And lead me to theirs this happens rarely I peek in some of their doors And to my surprise I see only a room. And realise This corridor of mine Is where they escape. Some come under friendship But take more then they should Never opening their door Keeping their privacy still Then I look, and they are gone |
| I peer through their keyhole seeing the connections they have made As I am left to I sit outside that door Crying,..silently as it is closes on me. Welcome are all to this hall dance, sing, and enjoy if you can But do not just take, Never just a highway was it supposed to be. As their lives are theirs I think, sometimes I would like that To dance in their hall To seek solace within their doors. To have an escape. But alas, I�m not welcomed as they leave when they are done. And again I am left sitting, excluded Watching doors opening and close As the connections are made And I wonder, silently to myself As they mingle, filling their needs With out ever leaving a trace How long will it take? Before this hall, called my life Becomes just a room. And then �where will they be. � by Geni-inaBottle Jan 2001 |
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