I ran so fast,
not looking back;
trying to forget,
but trying to remember.
But as I did,
I stumbled into a corridor
With no windows or doors,
No light or sound.
“Ah,” I said,
“this is the heart of the castle,
The inner passage to the other side.”
It seemed so empty.
No one to talk to,
No one to hear me cry.
Seemed to be peaceful enough.
I sat against the wall,
And just stayed still,
Waiting for someone to pop up,
Call me out, 
Make me come back to them,
To forgive themselves for their sins
Against me.
But no one came.
No one came for a long time.
I wondered if anyone knew
Where I was right now.
I wondered if they cared
That I was missing.
I sat still for a long time.
So long, that I had to be missing now.
But no one came.
Perhaps this wasn’t a hall,
But part of a locked room?
I stood up,
Brushed the grim off me,
And took a chance.
I sprinted down the corridor,
And turned on the corner,
And ran down that hall,
And I took a right,
And ran down that hall.
Or was it the same hall?
Run down, turn left,
Run down, turn right.
No, this isn’t right.
No matter what I did, 
I was still in the same corridor,
The same inner passage 
In the heart of the castle.
But even in this darkness,
I finally recognized it.
This hallway was not
Of the castle.
It was of my own heart.
This was the inner passage
To my own bruised heart.
And the thought of that made me
Run faster,
And faster,
Faster,
Faster,
Gone.