Certainty

a poem

behind the door is nothing of interest
of that you are sure
and being so sure
you stare down the hallway at the door

it is not the only way out
it is not the easiest way out
it is not even attractive
with mold above the threshold

demons and demogoblins could be
awaiting at each of the sidedoors
that hold the hallway's arms
and you know the spells to cast them out

gremlins that have just eaten
may be hiding behind the exit sign
and bats that have not eaten
could be in the rooms that the doors hide

a swirling destruction could await you
and everyone will say that they told you
so and that you were well informed
of the certainty of your failure

'i told you so' an enemy of yours will say
to another enemy that played the friend
the opp that kept close to you
the fiend that played the advisor

Grima Wormtongue that they remain
they will post on Facebook how they miss you
and that they still believe in you 
and they will count your money in silence

and yet...

as you stand at the head of the hallway
knowing your inevitable doom
you are certain
that your path is different.