Dark Tunnel
Claw Your Way Out...
The light at the end of the tunnel...
Is just that, light
The shape of the tunnel is unfamiliar
And the light shifts
As the clouds pass between the Earth and sun
Or the Earth rotates on its axis
Or the moon phases out
You distrust your eyes
Your knowledge suspended
As your screams echo back
Without answer
You begin bouncing off the walls
Looking for the RIGHT way out
Finally believing deeper is the way to go
Digging so deep the light is no longer visible
The darkness now swallows you whole
Your questions start echoing back as answers
Garbled even further due to all the new angles
Even from within the hole
You are the answer
You cannot see
But the canary no longer chirps
Because his warning went unheeded
About the Creator
Deanna Repose Oaks
Deanna Repose Oaks started writing poetry as a teenager and never stopped. Inspired by an Editor's Choice Award for "I Give Up" from poetry.com in 2006, she started publshing books in 2007.
Find her on facebook: @deannareposeoaks
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