The Hallway

I walk

an endless hallway.

The floor is broken glass.

I keep walking.

Keep moving

Waiting for the end.

There is no end.

Just darkness.

This hallway is familiar.

I can't quite place it.

In the vast vault of my memory,

It's a hazy blur.

Perhaps a school

One of the many

I've passed through in my life.

I think I might see

the bleak grey lockers.

It's unclear.

My mind cares not about the walls

About the hall

Only the darkness ahead.

I start to feel it

in my feet

The pain. The glass.

I want to stop.

To end the burden.

But I keep walking.

Until the violent shrill

Of my morning alarm

Makes me all too aware

I am dreaming.

The illusion crumbles.

The hallway falls away.

And I am safe in my bed.

I wish I could grasp what it means.