Late Night Poem Poem by Phil Panebianco

Walking through a narrow room, with no end in sight.
Doors grabbing at me with dark claws.
I can hear voices whispering evil words.
Provoking my thoughts to choose the dark sideof this
screwed up world.
I struggle on, avoiding these downward spirals
that have wrecked the people around me,
the people I once knew.
It almost seems like I am living in another world,
far from the bullshit of old.
Like some strange force has transformed me and my ways.
For better or for worse?
Must choose wisely.