Nothing
I dreamt
Of a narrow hall;
Lit by bleak candlelight;
It sparked, and then died again.
It beckoned me to come.
Anxiety swallowed me
Deafening, my heart palpitated
And disturbed the stale air.
Only foot forward
Into dismal wonder,
Yet ground beneath me
Wrecked itself
And I fell through a thousand pieces—
Each flickering
In and out.
I felt myself
Barely there.
Decayed and then nothing.
I dreamt
Of a narrow hall,
And it led no where.
