Running through, <br />corridor of dark, <br />resembling hell. <br />one distinct mark. <br /> <br />mark of despair, <br />losing all hope. <br />one last straw, <br />end of the rope. <br /> <br />light ahead, <br />shining bright. <br />loving arms, <br />what a sight!<br /><br />Amanda Miller<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/depression-114/
