Hallways : Dream Corridor

I see a hallway in my dreams,
I’m often back there in the night;
I do not know to where it leads,
I fear to travel down it,
But I might –

For loneliness, like empty halls,
Surrounds us on the best of days;
And beckons us to who-knows-where,
To finery, or maybe
Vain displays –

For nothing in this hallways seems
Quite grand enough, or really right:
But still, my wanderlust it feeds,
I wander, ever further,
Every
Night

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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