21st July 2017

At the end of the tunnel was a door.

At least, that’s what they told me,

the people, the people in the darkness whispering

all around me.

I believed them,

I had to, they were all that I had,

I couldn’t have made it without them,

yet I have made it to the end of the tunnel

and I cannot see a door.

I have reached out my hands

to the dark wall, I have quashed my fear,

I have reached and I have touched things I never thought I would,

but the door,

the door is not there, or

if it is, I cannot find it.

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