Wednesday, June 23, 2010

Elusion

it’s dark and it’s dreary
I walk through the door
the wind rustles but empty, yet
come, come heed my call.

the corridors are dusty
the path wrought with fear
suddenly i feel it on my face
the rolling of a tear.

I sat down at the corner
huddled in my pain
will it ever, ever go away
will happiness come again?