Hallowed Halls

Red brick and weathered stone
Create the halls of my prison.
The shadows speak in riddles
And sunlight is a dim memory
Within these hallowed halls.
Inmates pass like ghosts,
Their discordant cries echoing
In the oppressive silence
That settles onto my bones
Like steel chains
And keep me rooted
In my misery.
I watch them go,
Knowing that my destiny
Is to follow them
Into the unknown chambers
Where life becomes meaningless
And all thoughts of redemption
Fade into despair.
But until then,
I’ll cling to sanity
With splintered claws,
Defying depression
For as long as I can
Within these hallowed halls.
Editor: Shannon Hensley









