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Visions in a Tunnel
When I raise my voice, all I hear is myself.
Darkness surrounds me. I can’t see any help.
My past is much darker, so I focus on my front.
This darkness won’t consume me, if I stay on this hunt.
I’ve made up my mind that I will not fail.
But the heat surrounding me feels like I’m closer to Hell.
Let me stop for a minute to catch my breath.
My feet are sinking in something that smells like death.
I have to keep going before this death consumes me.
The waste of the fallen will be my destiny.
My body needs water to quench my thirst.
I feel the rain falling on me. This would be my first.
My first of many mistakes that felt like traps.
The rain water is urine from hovering bats.
The second was my will when I thought it was done.
I’m done! I quit! And a voice said “Not today my son.”
My faith gave me vision even though I could not see.
Is that a dim light? No. It couldn’t be.
With every step I take towards the dawning light,
my vision gets clearer as if I always had sight.
Out of this tunnel is where this light is taking me.
If I gave up on my journey, where would I be?
Edgar Alan Cole