An empty hallway
sweeps long howls of
echoing silence
down to the open door.

Haunting memories
reverberate within
breaking gaping
wounds once more.

Past secretes
from this place,
a troubled mind
left to berate.

Darkness envelopes
that single bulb
when the angels dare
not enter the gate.

In lonely stroll
of wandered halls
wait struggling
demons past.

But in a simple
Comes reassurance
to all that’s asked:

I love and approve of myself.