No further ahead

could I go.

This was my fate,

'twas mine alone.

I walked inside,

to my surprise,

no demons here

or bodies fried.

There was a couch

of emerald shade

dotted in scarlet,

striped in gold.

The walls of red-violet,

flowered with care,

with no one else

I seemed to share.

The lighting was

antiquated at best:

wall candles lit

beyond my grasp.

All this stood

on carpet mauve.

Behind me slammed

the only door,

sealed in prison

ever more.

At first, all seemed

a luxury.

I was happy,

I was whole.

But then it started

to dawn on me,

why no one else

could I see.

Indeed I was

wholly alone;

stranded here

on my own.