I’ve been looking for love
in all the wrong places,
like one of those dreams
where you are contained
in a maze, no wait it’s an hotel,
but the corridors
always seem to change.
The room number
evades your mind.
Hidden clutter
lines the passages
that you find.
You decide to explore
the upper floors, love must be behind
one of these doors for sure.
Pressing buttons on the lift.
Buttons that have no numbers
nor meaning. But all of them appear
to be pointing up, so you must be in luck.
And as the carriage plummets
Fuuuuuu...
You touch the air, feet waving
as the ground beneath disappears.
So fast It falls
you know this will hurt
when the ground makes its entrance call.
Just about...
Now.
You crumple
like bones of an old skeleton
found in a disused crematorium.
But you survive
this isn't the big finale,
there is an even bigger universal punchline
when you seek love
where love is so hard to find.
At every corner there is danger,
spike pits ready to impale you,
or a highwire walkway
that connects two corridors.
It’s like Occam’s house of horrors,
you know that before you wake
something here is going to hurt
like a final destination movie.
You try to avoid any possible ways
of ending up six feet under the earth,
but there is always something
lurking around every corner,
sometimes you just have to fall
and wake up in the arms of a lover.
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Peace, Love & Poetry
Kyle
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