The Tunnel

I am in a tunnel
All around is black
I know I can’t
Ever go back

So I stumble on
But fall as predicted
All my pain purely
Self inflicted

The darkness
Is suffocating
So tired of this
Constantly waiting

And I wonder
What I wait for
Life? Death?
Or something more

Some kind of freedom
That I can’t get
Some kind of way
That I can forget

But there’s nothing
But me hidden here
Such a secret I hold
Tightly locked in fear

I curl up on the
Dirty ground
My eyes given up search
There’s nobody around

Hold onto myself
As the cold chills my soul
I clench a blade
And gain some control

I don’t get up
I don’t walk on
It’ easier this way
I know my chance has gone.

© Copyright Sharon Ardern 2005