the light shines at the end of the tunnel,
consuming guts to indeed stand at the panel,
as were you confess in words to keep going,
and when with your tongue talk and keep saying,
that at the end of the day you expect an action,
that is as a result of a massive passion,
anointed by the appointed
avoided by the hated,
but it shines none other than today.
that when nearer you go, far it becomes,
and as the upper you go, the colder it gets,
even when you reach the light of the tunnel,
you never gona step back from the panel,
some remain and nevercome out,
because of lacking the hope from within that never came out,
transgression was not possible in their penetration,
progression was failed as result of an inevitable poor estimation,
when the light shines beyond the tunnel,
keep crawling and step back from the panel, you might never know!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem