Reaching for the Horizon

Corridor after corridor, I seem to be haunted by the sound of death.

Pounding after pounding, my heart seems to give way.

Everyday, my strength is knocked from underneath me.

I have no respite; no one to turn to, and nowhere to go….

Whose door should I knock on, and who would care to help.

I have no way of describing my pain.

The words that come from my mouth would only be as convincing as the owner.

I am in no way compelling.

People seem to cringe at the sight of me.

But see my eyes…they tell a story...