Corridors

Corridors run the length of this place,
Painted regretful;
Doors hide the memories.

Time will pass and lift you from grace
If you just believe.
It’s still so easy to grieve.

Mountains are greater than this place you love.
Fall back to Earth:
The saddest place for a dove.

Your old man had dreams he lost in disgrace
To a fiery sea.
This land and me.

I’m without fear after what was said.
The gun’s gripped, ungainly.
You’ve made this great bed a thousand times.

#365DaysOfPoetry

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