POETRY CORNER: WALKING DARK CORRIDORS

Walking dark corridors ...

tripping on life;

courting insanity, evil and strife,

wearing dark blinders, I sink in despair ...

blinding self-pity! Does anyone care?

and death ......

not a foe to be driven away

but the last earthly debt that we each have to pay!

Then God sought my heart, and it's mended with love

of my life, He's a part, I have light from above.

My corridors are no shorter ... but an easier task,

with God as my Guide, for His hand holds my staff.