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