I entered this tunnel in hoped of being happier, and closer to my potential future. People used to tell me all about how it truly was greener on the other side. The last time I have heard a voice besides me and my mind must have been longer than I can remember because I truly forgot what it sounds like.
                I have become accustomed to the uncomforting black that has surrounded every moment since the last window passed which only come about every other thousand steps. I have come to the conclusion that I am dramatically slowing down because it has become longer and longer before I have had the piercing rays of hope shine on me.
                There seems to be a speck of light at the end, but I am not positive anymore because I cannot tell the difference between my mind and reality. It could be truly the end, or just my wishes and hopes playing tricks on me once again.
                I stripped off my last piece of clothing and dropped it onto the gravel. I would sacrifice all I had to this hole in desperate hopes that it will, in turn, show me the way out of him onto the grassy, better side. As my shirt is slowly shed from my body, I can feel the cold, dry, unrelenting breath strike my deprived chest. The heavy blow knocked me to my knees, and my knees bled. I staggered up to push on. I have no reason to continue, and yet, I do. Sometimes, I ponder whether all this suffering is worth what might be on the other side. I had no proof of what they said; I just trusted their fading words.
The light I saw earlier now has grown, and now I know it is a real light, but I am still not hopeful. The light sends a loud horn to bellow through the icy stone walls. As it reaches me, I squint to see where I have been, and where I am, and what I have accomplished by torturing myself for this tunnel that shall give none in return. I hit the colored metal, and it drags me back to where I once was. I am to never see the other side. Maybe it is for the best.