The Words At the End of the Hall

I came to the end of a very long hall, Where, all down the sides, there was written in scrawl, A piece of a message, but only a piece, But I could not read it at all. I sat on the floor as I looked at the wall, The one just as long as the length of the hall, And tried to decipher the things that it said, But I could not read it at all. I once was so mighty, but now I am small, Because, I could not read the words on the wall, I knew they were special and they were for me, But I could not read them at all. I broke down with weeping and started to bawl, Because, I could not read the words on the wall, I tried to imagine the things they would say, But I could not read them at all. Then as I sat staring, they started to call, And then, very slowly, they jumped off the wall, And painted a picture, as bright as could be, I now read the words on the wall. They told of a time before, when I stood tall, A time before I had decided to brawl, A time before using the drugs and the drink, A time before I lost it all. They said I was now at the end of the hall, A time to decide and no longer to stall, A time to run forward, no lagging behind, But all I could do was to crawl. So now I am left at the end of the hall, I'll never be free, but forever a thrall, I'll ever be haunted by what I have read, The words at the end of the hall. - for RHYMED, METERED contest , June 05- -