The cycle begins again
The same narrow halls,
Barren, devoid of all sound
The peeling walls cluttered
With old photographs,
Solemn reminders of the past
Joy, laughter, love,
A time that once was
Now drenched in sin,
No more
As you press on,
Glimpses of past mistakes
Flash before your weary eyes
Hushed whispers ring out,
Echoing against the shifting walls
Like determined parasites,
They dig at your mind
Blood drips from places unknown,
Trickling down, down, down
Crimson covers the faded wood floors
As you continue,
You see more and more
You witness the sin you’ve wrought,
The malevolence your actions brought
Over and over again,
You’re scathingly reminded
This hellish nightmare was your fault,
Guilt and sorrow the only results
The evil you allowed to mold,
No longer loved ones left to hold
Forever, you are told
The missteps you’ve made,
The price you will pay
As you step through the oak door,
Its hinges shrilly creaking,
The cycle begins again
© 18 February 2019, by Haley Scully
Introverted Creativity 