In my dark corridor of despair, there is black.
No light, no hope, just black. As I walk alone deeper into despair, my hands on the walls, trying to find a way out.
I try but it’s hopeless. I sit and weep waiting for madness or death?
I get up and walk down my corridor, my corridor of broken dreams.
In the dark I hear the echoes of my sins and dreams.
The faint light of memories shines a dim light, the light of hope.
They help me; help me remember why I must survive.
Friends and family, all await my return.
The happy days of summer and sun.
Alas it’s only memories.
For I know in reality, it’s useless. There is no hope at all.
Forever damned here I’m stuck in pitch black sorrow.
No pain or illness just black.
I’m returning to how I was before self loathing and self pity.
No more strength to help me carry on.
Now I’m growing weary, tired, and hungry and my muscles are strained. I’m done; I’m giving up, throwing in the metaphoric towel.

How long have I been out for minutes? Days, months years?!
No just a few hours.
Growing exceedingly more hungry and tired.
Walking on I feel like a skeleton.
Tattered and dirty, for ever roaming.
I will not fall down and if I do I will get back up and move on.
For I must for the ones I care about.
My friends, family, and acquaintances all unaware of where I am.
I’m trying to find light and hope.
No luck at all suddenly I hit a wall. I must turn and continue on.
In my loathing I sit weeping alone.

Afraid and alone never again to see day light.
And I weep waiting for death to come.
The pain of hunger and the fear of loneliness.
I’m in tattered clothing and I have scrapes from falling.
But I still must walk on and search for away out.
Going mad I ‘m slowly becoming more and more unable to move.
Long and cold restless nights and hot and restless days.

I must be mad I hear something.
Louder and louder it says “wake up, honey wake up.”
I recognize the voice but can’t place it.
So I run, I fall then get back up.
Still running and the ground starts it shakes vigorously.
Is it and Earth quake?
No it’s me I must be having a seizure.
I’m on the ground shaking unable to stop.
I’m going to die, this is the end.
I shut my eyelids tightly.
Hands clenched and now stillness.
I’m no longer shaking I’ve stopped.
I sit panting and tired.
It starts again, this time faster than before.
I think I’m going to die thins time.
Then a loud metallic ringing starts.
I shoot up out of my bed.
Painting sweating I’m drenched in sweat and so is my bed. I’m awake. It was just a dream.

It was only a dream.