2011 - Day 109

Eyes adjusting as you run
Down the narrow hallway,
This dimly lighted corridor
A vision of your birth place.
Doors with eyes do follow you
Running lightening quick,
Escape or be forgotten
A dusty yellowed book.
The elevator broken
On the stairs lay shattered glass,
An open door does beckon you
A flashback of your past.
Hesitant you slowly step
Towards this haunting room,
Once inside you realize
Your life's impending doom.
The door slams shut
The window breaks
The wind whips round and round,
You look below
You're so high up
There's only one way down,
You close your eyes
You count to three
You take the final step,
And as you fall
You think of all
The people that you've met.
One final thought
You reminisce
At all that could have been,
You say a prayer
And open your eyes
To find yourself in bed.