Poetry Blogs (tunnel)
The light at the end of the never-ending tunnel.
The worlds way of fueling us with counterfeit hope.
The missing pieces of the saddest ever puzzle.
The forgotten punchline of a humorless joke.
The untied shoelace that causes a slip and stumble.
The handful of cheap whiskey and the line of coke.
The meaningful words hidden deep inside a mumble. ...
Friday 14th October 2016 6:12 am
Tumbling end over end down the black nothingness of the tunnel, spinning down breaking my bones, bruising my flesh in a violence of movement.
Now, numb with pain I pass out as all my blood drains from my veins to be replaced by ice-cold fear. I’ve never been so afraid, all I want is peace, to rest, to sleep, to die.
My life is taken up by this tunnel, never ending...
Sunday 19th February 2012 1:57 am