Final Destination
Two doors appear before me
There is no option of turning around
Panic and fear set in
The unknown is before me
No light to guide my path
My courage diminished
The choice of two doors haunting me
Where do the doors open to?
My future awaits me behind one of them
But to choose one…
Others gather to see my fate
Not as supporters
But as ridiculers
I stare and wait
Seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, years
Passing while I hesitate
I stand alone with two doors
Time has passed
I fall to the ground frail and brittle
I lie before two doors
And fall asleep
Never to wake again…