The tunnel is long and never-ending,
the darkness has taken hold.
I am an empty vessel sailing aimlessly,
trying to find the forgotten pieces,
of a life left unforgiving, untold.
Grasping on to empty gestures,
deluded by a naive mind,
that everything has a purpose,
and it’s all going to turn out fine.
In reality this is not the case,
there isn’t always a silver lining,
but there is a light burning.
Propelling us onward into the abyss,
guiding the dented soul.
The terrors are real and unrelenting,
but there is always a way out.
Even in the darkest hour of the darkest day,
that light will be there shining,
it will help to chase out the demons.
I may not know where I’m going,
but I know where I’ve been,
even on this sidestepped tracks,
where there is darkness,
there will always be the light.
By: C.A. Gallinger