Room 223
Room 223
Needed to be there in five minutes.
Four had passed.
I ran to the next corridor.
Room 223 is not there.
There is room 222 and 224 as before.
I had traveled this way many times.
Times when I could find my way.
Way out in anguish I feel afraid.
Afraid I AWAKEN! To this day.
A day to be spent in wonderment.
Of room 223.
Copyright © John Hardison | Year Posted 2020
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