Another poem! This one is called Tunnel, and is about when we feel lost, or can't seem to find our way out of an issue. It's about how we have to go through the dark before we can get to the light and sometimes we are thrown on pathways we didn't choose. But through all this, we have to keep going. If you read my poems, try and click the green flag before you read them - that's the only way they can get views and I'd love to see how many of you read my work! Thanks. Please give feedback so I can improve! Poem Number Seven.
I put my hands in front of my face, But they aren't there. They're cloaked, Enveloped, By the midnight-blackness That swallows me whole. My knees ache from the pressure of bone on rock, But I shuffle forward, Hands pulling me along, Hopeful eyes scanning for the droplet of light That will see my way out of this tunnel. My head gently bumps against the ceiling And I realise that before me, Two paths lay, One leading down, Into an even darker blackness And one that ever-so-slightly inclines, A warm yellow spark at the end. Energy fizzing along my arms, A smile so lost to me creeps onto my face, And I speed onwards, Choosing the upper path. But my hands slip out from beneath me And I fall, Tumble, Plummet, Down the dark pathway I did not choose. But I cannot find my way back. So I carry on, I carry on, Hopeful for another light And my way out of this wretched tunnel.
