The Hallway of Fears

I stand at the top<o ></o >

Looking down<o ></o >

My thoughts stop...<o ></o >

The hallway of fears.<o ></o >

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The door is shut-<o ></o >

Closed long ago,<o ></o >

The walls close in<o ></o >

The ceiling is low.<o ></o >

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It goes on forever;<o ></o >

Continuing into infinity<o ></o >

And I shall never-<o ></o >

Reach the top.<o ></o >

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It is the hallway of fears,<o ></o >

I am so petrified of,<o ></o >

My mind pounds to get out-<o ></o >

Trapped like a caged dove.<o ></o >

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I look behind me<o ></o >

At this stairway I have climbed,<o ></o >

I search and I see,<o ></o ></o >

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I look back and remember<o ></o >

All of my pain and strife,<o ></o >

I see the closed door behind me,<o ></o >

How my problems overflowed to a knife.<o ></o >

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It is the hallway of fears behind me,<o ></o >

As I stand and gaze; caught in time,<o ></o >

But it is not the hallway I see,<o ></o >

Instead, it is, my life.<o ></o >

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