They said there'd be a light at the end of the tunnel
but when I finally reached the estranged end
I realized that the only light was on the outside of the tunnel
and that the opening was sealed shut with chains...
Hope had abandoned me after all
and I was left to agonize as my hands tried to grasp
for the evanescent light through the derisive bars.
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wandering dandelions #wattys2018
PoetryA collection of poems about depression, love, and sometimes random things. Please help this lonely af individual feel less alone on this bleak planet called Earth. I'm literally melting off my couch from boredom. The cover was conjured by the magica...