A dream to say the least
Darkness committed by conviction
Visualize the entrance
A cold whistling screams adventure
Enter through the entrance
Calloused hands, fragile fingers
Stroke against the tunnel wall
Disappear deeper
The grin on the face,
Terror within
Once again escape the anxiety
Courage will thrive
The vastness fallows emptiness
Calling to continue
I hummed a song to an old tune
The tunnel disguises oblivion
The sound of my feet echoing
You called me here
Why really this abandoned tunnel
From whom are you hiding?
A weak fire burning
I walk closer
Your figure rigid in the dark
A soft whisper leaves your mouth
“Come and sit with me”
Sitting here next to you
Taking in the heat of the fire
You taking my hand
Starring at my face
In your eyes I can see
The thoughts tormenting you
Tell me your stories and secrets
©Nadia van Rooyen