Passage

You look inside a splintered old widow
And there’s nothing worth a second glance,
You look inside,
And sigh at the piles of junk,

There’s nothing here to see,
You go on your way,
Down a twisted path,

You get to a fork,
And can right or left,

Right is sunny, full of animals and life,
But that way,
It looks so far away,

To the left,
You look and can’t help a flinch.
There are cobwebs and skeletons,
Darkness and shadows,

You look to the right, look at the left,
And with a sigh,
Go down the easiest path

Down the left you go,
Pulling a cobweb away,
Cracking a bone,
The snap fills the night,
And you quickly jump back.

You notice a carriage trailing behind,
Pulled by the blackest shadows of night,
You want to run,
You want to hide,
You know you should you continue down this path,
But somehow,
You’ve given up the strength to even try,

You flag down the carriage,
And as death offers his bony hand,
You take it with a frown.

But this isn’t right! You think,
But it’s too late.

There are other passengers,
With frowns and sneers etched on their peeling faces
The carriage goes by, with a bump or jolt,

You get to an entrance,
One of darkness, and no light

“Could I get out here?” You ask, but already know the answer

You continue on in, but want to be let out,
You shake the doors and hit the roof,
But nothing comes to let you free,

You think of that house,
The one you passed,
Without even a second glance,

That was a treasure,
But you never took the time to look,
You wished you could go back,
You wished you could change your mind,

But it’s too late now,
Your decision of passage is frozen in time.