Gives Up The Fight
i walk through the hallway
the coldness
the blankness
of the empty walls
the doors are closed
a separate isolation
a separate entity
lays behind each and every
gray metal door
i walk through the hallway
until i find the open door
it is open but an inch
but it is open
so i turn the handle
i push
as the eerie creaks echo
and the dust from a thousand
years floats into the air
but settles down
only a few inches further
the light from the hallway is dim
so i must strain to try and see
to understand
for there is no light inside
i cough and choke
an the dank and dismal air
suffer with the sickening stench
i move the cod-webbed furniture
to find what i am looking for
i feel afraid to breathe
i feel afraid to move
for the room may take
offense to me even slightly
changing it
i find the safe
hidden in the corner
the lock is cold
i turn the dial
and i turn, and turn, and turn
and as if the safe gives up the fight
the barrels click
and the door moves
i open it
only to find
a barren and empty center
all that work
all that time
all that hope
only to go down
the hallway again
