By: Jacob La Mar
Before me stand two hallways,
Darkened by lack of light,
Clueless where they lead,
Both perilous in their own right.
Either can cause destruction,
But can also offer relief
To the world they’re useless and dangerous,
But misunderstood in my belief.
The darkness just to shield,
Who’s been through them before,
The holes all through their walls,
Are not meant to be the doors.
They’re incomplete hallways,
With destruction more inlayed,
Though they’re darkness keeps their past inside,
They whisper to be remade.
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