“Black Tunnels” (by awesome)
Deep down in my heart, I’m broken.
My legs are shaking,
My faith can’t carry my worries anymore.
At this point, I’ll admit —
I need help.
Family has failed me,
Friends are gone.
Should I drink my last wine and die?
Maybe then I’d stand face-to-face with my maker,
And ask the questions that never rest:
Why didn’t I get to choose my parents?
Why couldn’t I select my siblings?
I had friends once —
Funny how they act like they understand,
Yet keep adding black to black.
What difference does it make?
I can’t wait for nightfall,
Can’t wait to sleep,
To turn all these thoughts
Into tiny, black, endless tunnels.
But somewhere —
deep inside the silence,
a small voice whispers, “Not yet.”
Because maybe there’s still something left,
Even if it’s just the will
to see another dawn.
S