The Tunnel

by Megan   May 2, 2008


Every crack and crumble
I have learned
Like the back of my hand
And because of this I have yearned
To take a look at new land

It is hard for some to understand
You see
The rocks and pebbles
And cracks and crumbles
All form the walls
Of a sometimes never ending tunnel

It is a tunnel that grows
Grows with every passing moment
Fed by your torment
Every time they yell
The tunnel -ever so slowly-
Starts to swell

Every time you fall
The walls
Surrounding you
Collapse onto you
Making the feeling of being alone
All new

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  • 15 years ago

    by Ingrid

    Megan,

    I can feel the loneliness in your words...
    It is a phase and also a circle because as you grow older feelings that you thought had died come to life again and you feel yourself back inside that tunnel again (only to escape from it again lateron)

    Take care,

    5/5 Ingrid

  • 15 years ago

    by Brad Quammen

    Your style is unique to me.Keep up the good work.

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