These halls hold sorrow and pain.
They are far from empty.
Just two walls running parallel,
Full of me.
This terrible hall of horrors,
Called life.
There is a break in the wall,
I jump.
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You have an obvious talent in the honesty of your poetry. I will continue to follow your writing and invite you to read mine....I offer a poem called, Flowers From A Funeral, and another Say Goodbye In Pink Satin, both written about a friend's passing. PEACE