The Corridor {Dark Poem}

Stairs, black like granite Over run, dirty,unwashed Like highway roads Forever stained with rubber Lead to the future Unsure and unanswered You yell “Is anybody there?” Eternity echoes back at you So long, it has no sense of time No smell, and nothing to hide Its pitch black, you can't see a thing You search your pockets, you find box of matches You light a match and keep going You light one after another You walk the corridor You see no end As you walk you pass many doors Over and over You hear distorted whispers Passing like thoughts, like moments Twisted tongues are on the other side You make another step You walk for hours For weeks, months, years, and decades You rich the end No matches left, but one You feel exhausted, weak and drained Your feet bleed from walking You look back You really made one step You realize it was your life What did you achieve? Tears and desperation But its too late.. You wake up It was only a bad dream. Its time to walk the corridor again.