In a tunnel dark and deep
With no sign of life
You see the light at the end of it
Yet I fail to
The Devil had placed his hands upon my eyes
His hollow eyes sending chills down my spine
For all I see are faults
Of every single thing that I’ve done
It was a pit cold and damp
My soul struggles to break free
There was no flicker of hope
There was nothing I could see
The world ripping apart strand by strand
I endure to live
With these battle scars
But in this broken world
I must strive
The sky was grey and still
Humming with no thrill
The rainbow on the other side never came
And who am I to blame?
As I hang on to the last strands of life
A feeling of dread and sorrow wash over
The Fifer blows a haunting melody on his fife
My last glimpse of the world as love to its lover
I wrote this poem in seventh grade, and remembered being very proud of it. I know it's far from being my best work, but if it were not for this piece, I would not be here today.