Hallway

Hallway

Done it millions of time over
down the river hallway,
nothing but bare feet and faith-
need it in this dark.

Hands feeling walls,
and feet bumping furnace.
There's a nervous notion
but safety when we remember.

It's life with destination,
near the end,
or cloaked in darkness doorways;
to the left or right.

But onward, straight we go-
silent, barefooted in the night.
Faith and cool wood boards beneath us
we're all gonna be alright.

-Matthew Koutzun