A Dark Hallway

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[Goodness]
In the dark hallway,
I see a light.
A light so bright,
I cannot shy away.

I see hope,
I see promises.
Up the slope, I climb,
I am astonished.

Astonished by the goodness,
Admonished was the ID.
In a game of chess,
Two winners are forbidden.

Who should win in this hallway?
The ID or the Superego?
Should your conscience be prey?
Kill your inner Draco.

[Temptation]
To be feared or loved?
To be supreme or to rust?
Even an angel was shoved,
It’s now the power that I lust.

In this hallway I see passion,
Fires of ambition and refashion.
Inn for the Machiavellis,
Choirs of glory awaiting me.

Respect is what I demand,
Power is what I crave.
I give thee to command,
Thy obedience is what I enslave.

[Consciousness]
In this dark hallway,
My brain is beating.
Who should come out to play?
I don’t want them to compete.

To embody Heyoka or Machiavelli?
That is my constant battle.


Written By: Hannah Ee (StudentInk 🥺🤍)

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