Stuck and feeling uneasy, what exactly is this place?
Got to get out, a brisk walk turns into a run, frantic pace.
Oh no, not really understanding my current situation,
Chequerboard floors everywhere, I'm not a Freemason.
Silver men pop out of the ground and try to grab my legs,
Is this whole thing a hallucination, I don't take any meds.
Spot an opening up above, a blue door of colour appears,
Reach it, jump and turn the handle, time to face my fears.
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Author:
Shaunmatthewcpoetry (
Online) - Published: May 21st, 2026 11:53
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