There is that tunnel I see

A reflection of my own soul

At the edge of it I stand with my trembling feet

And shiver under my sweat with fear of darkness.



"Hello?" I call out.

The darkness grumbles like

A hungry beggar's stomach

And mumbles out a deep

"Hello?"



"Who are you?" the dud lips speak.

"Who are you?" the tunnel of my conscience

Echoes a little late.



A pain in my chest shrieks out a

"I don't know!"



And my feet shuffle away

Into a quick sprint

Away from the tunnel

Of my dark dark soul



Away from everything

As if

Running could make

A shattered heart

Whole.