Tag: Yessinblog poetry

The Tunnel

It seemed near, almost there, a little more. The realisation of emptiness were glaring omissions. The colourless environment, the shivering cold settles. Clearer, yet moonless, a nightmare, a lost dream. Impossible is all around, wash thy eyes again. Forsake this flight, profound feelings of anxiety. Let us wait for a miracle, we remain still.