Truth

Truth

The door beckons,

At the end of a long dark hallway.

Its bright red wood,

Luring me in.

My mind wracked with urgency,

I stumble forward.

From the shadowed walls,

Ghoulish arms reach out.

Grasping.

Clawing.

They tear at my flesh,

Determined to hold me back.

I must reach the door,

The truth lies behind it.

I push forward,

Every step is a battle.

I have to break free,

From their deathly grip.

I thrash and fight,

Gaining inch after inch.

My will begins to fade,

I am exhausted.

Worn down.

Discouraged.

A few feet from the door,

They finally bring me down.

Their gnarled fingers,

Cover every inch of my body.

I am trapped.

The truth,

Just out of reach.