This isn't great work but it's musing. It is both a place and not a place, and it crosses memories and unresolved situations.
I walk in silence down these halls
the night and rain have me in thrall
I think about masks and how we hide
what's real here, what shows outside
I think about her, she saw through
the delusion which fools many, harms few
we do it for the greater good he says
but I look at who goes, who stays
This building is a mind I'm reading
the memories in my mind bleeding
these dark thoughts of mine
about things long since lost in time
I see the winter's night in the rain
someone grieving, trapped in pain
They walk these corridors still
their footsteps, water drips on a sill
In these walls the explosions of anger
someone running from terrible danger
the darkness of a condemned life
the accusations sharp as a knife
The building deserted, I am alone,
the polished floors, wood and stone
I walk alone through my mind,
seeking, hoping not to find,
Who was wrong and who was right?
was there need for fight or flight?
It's time to leave, follow the star
and never look back, however far,
In my dreams I'll walk here again,
always alone and without sound
walk the halls of time gone by
whispered questions asking why.
