Screams In My Hallway

There’s a hallway of torture past one of the walls in my memory
I keep the door closed now but I know it is there
Sometimes I still feel it looming towards my peace
It tries to shroud itself in alluring costume
In a multi toned zephyr it appears
Its first touch excites me
But a twist of beauty quickly reveals destruction
Scenes of pleasure and horror blur into one
Contorted bodies attacking helpless faces
Shrieks no earthly hound can cry
Echo in blackness
While a cold red hue hazes an omnipotent eye
There’s a pulse screaming,
Chasing my breath through infinite borders
A tunnel void of structure allows no freedom
The only element is wind without spirit
I must imagine the other doors before I can see them
A door of fire burns the red into heat
A door of ocean rushes the pulse into a calm river flow
A door of air stirs the breath
A door of earth gives bounds to stand ground upon
Stairs of opportunity offer themselves to me beyond
Though the stairs go down nor up
They are only steps of assiduous resolute
I finally covet insight in polished black stones
Throwing nothing but letting them gravitate back
With tidal power
My hallway transcends into a conduit of what I receive
It is flooded with perennial madness
Seasonal change
The awe of nature’s wild inside me
I am a scream of pure reception and release
Breathing rolls over, under, from and in me
Even in this hallway I am still in my home.