The Hallway





The hallway

A long finite corridor

How finite one cannot say

At one end, a doorway

one-way doors all along the way



Go through a door and one cannot come back

 The glass wall behind one moves perpetually forward

one cannot slow down and one cannot go back

Some of the corridor is lighted, while more is dark and morbid



How far to the end? Noone can know Until it comes

Perpetually walking forward and occasionally looking back

counting the days

With that glass barrier always at one's back

Written late in my High school years, and published in a school wide publication similar to mosaic, "The Hallway" is one of my first published works. I wrote it my Junior year of high school as a reflection of how I saw life. A reminder that no matter how cluttered the hallway is, Time does not stop and you will get through it. I have recently considered the possibility that maybe there is a maze within this hallway in which all paths ultimately lead to the same place yet perhaps through a different series of turns and twists. I may then write another version of this to reflect that, although I will leave this particular version unaltered.