I am walking down the hallway,
But there are stones tied to my feet,
My ankles are chained
Dragging on the floor
And yet I am walking.
I am dragging,
Limping through the corridor
The fat
Thick walls
Echoing laughter
And loneliness.
The walls are closing
Collapsing
And I am squeezing through.
there is the faintest cackle
Of the wind's hollow whistle
Within these dark hallows,
Filled with familiar faces.
Some are hiding
Hiding in the hallways
Hoping the shadows are enough to conceal them
That they won't be seen
Found
Heard.
Others speak
With spirited voices
And their words
No matter how great
Or how terrible
Are brushed aside
And swallowed by
The shrill of friendly laughter,
Gulped down
Voices eaten
Devoured
Ravaged and torn to shreds with bony teeth.
And some of us
passioned
Are trying to speak
at every sound
There are glances
That bore into us and
Mute us
Silver tipped nails at our throats.
So, the shadows eat again.
