This is a photo of the corridor where I live. It looks bland, but it holds many memories, good and bad!




Dark echoes bounce off of the walls:

This cacophonous stretched hallway

Burns brightly into keen ears

Igniting many unspoken, hidden fears


Light is but a glimmer of hope:

The worn out cliché that is seen

Winking in the death of night

Coaxing souls to resolve and fight


We all have our paths that wind

Through the filtering light of forest:

The grinning joy, crying sorrow

In which we sometimes wallow


Outstretched hand from the dark

Ignites spirit, hope: the way to light

We fight not alone, but in mass

Unto victory, but victory too in pass


August 2011 – Francois Hermanus Steyn


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