Black Rose Poem by immanuel santos

a narrow tunnel leaves me ill,
having pain to linear lane,
and further aches can't stand still
even pill won't peel the steel.

from the beginning to no way end
started to weak the unknown drips,
and deteriorates the upcoming risk
like stormy rays summon the sunny days.

a second to minute not an hour
brings less hope to see the real race,
the tunnel may lead the asylum cascade
counting the numbers on the trace.

apart to flow that flew on the air,
dried the tears that cried million trail,
but tamponade never goes by
cripples to meet the widen rail.

as it runs out to near end
an open shallow road rid the mean,
then realize to take steps
in fairly little lits found the master green.