There is a light at the end of the tunnel
The closer I get the further it seems to be
No matter how fast I travel it seems to fade
Yet I trudge along with all the strength inside
For there is nothing else that I can do
No other pathways to take apart from turning back
Alone am I in this dark cursed place
With nobody to have a conversation with
All that there seems to be is slight flurries
Of past interactions with those I have met
Whispers torturing me at every step
Bringing me down to my knees in tears
Now I realise, I am trapped in this cursed place
Doomed to be alone till the end of my essence
Yet I still hope that I shall reach the very end
And enter into the light of which I covet
For there must be an end to this tunnel
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem