Adjusting to the dark

A deep shadowed tunnel running through time
never revealing an ending's light
the heat rises then turns to humid hot air
welcome to her suffocated life

surrounding walls rot, then crumble to the ground
ground on which she keeps trying to tread
but with no ending still, hope starts to fade
all that seems to survive is the dread

dread of the unknown, of what is to come
each nightmare more terrifying than the last
screams with so much might at the top of her lungs
the concept that no one is there, so tough to grasp

loneliness itself becomes her enemy
impossible to overcome, no way to avoid
it lingers and stays, as if joint to her hip
creating a desire and need to feel over joyed

to feel any trace of good, of happiness
to feel love blossom then bloom as a rose
to feel wanted and needed with the one i mind
reality snaps back as another tear flows

these dreams build so high from any reach
then burn along with oxygen needed to live
struggling to breath through the tears and sparse air
all she has and more, she is willing to give

give to be the girl with the glistening smile
the one surrounded by warm caring peers
but still she remains in her hollow blacked tunnel
knowing it'll be this way for many more years

the spiders scurry from her reach as she moves
howling wind echos for what seems as forever
when the thunder comes, the walls shake an shudder
leaving her with no safety, no cover, no shelter

she'll carry on tumbling, crawling along
her swollen eyes continue adjusting to the dark
the loneliness will never be bearable
with each dread filled hour, leaving its mark