Dark Corridors

I find myself running through dark corridors.
Trying to see in the pitch blackness.
Searching for an exit to this burden.
And escape through the door
which will lead me to a brighter path. 

Because in the light, there is no ridicule.
You don’t have to hide your fears,
or fear those who hide.
You can grow prosperous.
Live long. And above all,
find true love. 

And with every breath I take
I get closer to my goal.
But the Darkness is angry now.
It’s cursing,
and trying its best
to break my spirit. 

Try as it may,
it will never control me again.
Because now I have something to believe in.
I believe in myself.
And once the human mind finds belief,
it can overcome any obstacle. 

With a tear in my eye,
I burst through
and dive into the light.

But….
it’s not what I expected.

Each lie Darkness told,
was each a lie of it’s own.
An honest lie is what Darkness told,
but honesty nonetheless.

Here, where the light rules,
individuality, actuality, freedom…

It's all gone now. 

Gone,
and given to a phantom being.
A creature whose existence is unproven?
Who banishes those who disagree?
Who won’t grace me with his touch,
but will punish me with his laws?

And I am to cower to him?

I praise a man,
Even more hate filled than the Darkness himself.

I find myself running through much brighter corridors. 
Just to find that the corridors are the same.
Only this time I’m blinded by the light. 

cori graham