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Kiggin. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.
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The corridors of time.
Into the corridors of time;
a man that is me stands and listens to how many times the church bell chimes,
all manner of voices and faces you may find;
in the rooms along the corridors of my mind,
a young girl is trapped in a room with no toys as she cried;
so she scratches her eyes out-now she is blind,
an old man is naked and cold on the floor where he lies;
as a black crow waits in the corner till the old man shivers to death and dies,
a young mother rocks her baby to sleep then tired she sighs;
the father is watching in disgust with his condescending all unknowing eyes,
a small boy is sleeping and he is dreaming of what tomorrow may find;
as a man in a pub drinks more alcohol to leave his dreams far behind,
a dead man with a brown suit and tie is hanging from a noose in a room on the other side;
as two white cloaked angels with halo's take his soul and mend it with a prayer from God on high,
the next room is empty waiting for my next person in the corridor of time;
but when I see them I will keep them forever till again the church bells chime.