"The Tunnel" "The Tunnel"
The hallways are dark,
The walls cold and rough.
I walk down the corridor,
Ignoring the stinging cuts,
The deep blood droplets.
Darker and darker it gets,
The end is not in sight.
I go on and on and on...
Panic sets in as I wander -
Are the walls Really closing in?
Wearily I trudge on,
Desperate for an exit.
Crying out in pain, in despair,
I collapse on the ground.
My body convulses in fits of panic,
I scream until my throat runs dry.
Giving one last shudder,
I am still.