They call
From down the hall
And the mind is snagged
Questing for answers

The body is weak
Dying
Full of holes
Useless to any goal

The voices beckon
Half-promising something
It's the only direction
For you and all your anger.

You wander from painful noise and light
Toward vague promises of something right
With fists and breathing clenched
Ready for any fight.

But the light blossoms
And they are all there
Gesturing in welcome
Pointing out the banquet's fare.

I have my doubts
I doubt everything
But I have no doubt
The pain is over.