Tristan Robert Lange

Dark Hallways

The spiritual high is nice.

The vibing buzz of

positive energy,

the scintillating sense

of God\'s presence,

fills me in this

pandemonious

moment.

Swish

Tears of joy flow freely.

I let it go tonight—

surrendered

all my

fears.

Followed by hope

sprung from its

cacophonous cocoon,

the

pendulum

swings.

Swoosh

The gears

are in motion

and the countdown begins.

Swish—

ka-chink

It is only

a matter

time

before my

bastard twin emerges.

Swoosh—

ka-chunk

The glory I once basked in

is now shaded by the darkness

coming with the storm.

Its gales rush throughout

the cramped catacomb

corridors within

my haunted

psyche.

The

high

now on

the high end of low.

My fear is starting to show.

My Lord, forgive me in advance,
for the darkness
is my
obstacle
and I don’t
know how to navigate
through these dark hallways of my mind.

\"My name is Legion: for we are many” (Mark 5:9 KJV).