Rooms and Corridors

Beyond the time I leave there are no conversations, no words  There are words now, before There are words now, that cover when I’ve gone, but aren’t real, they are my words,  conversations I can have Might have  Won't have, cannot have  Silence falls, words no more

  I walk out of it  The sky is black, no depth, no content I lie and look at the sky Distant, dark, empty I look upwards to the dark sky I look below to the yawning chasm Same colour, content Black, darkness … Nothing. I’ve been here before That empty endness Without purpose, without hope The plans A journey, an action and never seen again End But not now, not this time The darkness subsides, I walk The light is dim but there, I walk There are no plans for an end, I walk I look to the sky, I walk I walk, I walk And while the darkness is there, I can see it, feel it, I walk

Having made a decision a calming emotion overwhelms me.  I am now in control, there is no fear.  I am choosing my destiny and my time. No fear anymore, no anxiety.  Hope is abandoned as I have chosen. Not out of desperation with no hope but control, control of how this ends.