The Hall

Encouragement but at a cost,

My temple found with sudden loss.

Afraid to be all that is,

Another time its been tossed.

Take my hand and walk me through,

The narrow hall, of windows too.

Left unopened so there’s no breeze,

The air is silent, my chest a wheeze.

Embark toward the last of turns,

To find yourself quite not learned,

But to fear the truth of simplicity,

They have drilled in you explicitly.

And wonderment of life exists,

As the hall approaches an immortal twist.

Finally all the lessons heard,

And used upon the lasting word.