The Tunnel Poem by Holly Heron

A tunnel,
As dark as the deepest night,
As cold as fear,
And the thought of forever,
Curled tightly in our hearts,
And yet we know that we shall walk,
And as we do,
We see,
We see the sins,
We’ve done unto those undeserving,
We hear,
The evil we’ve said and thought,
And it echoes through our minds,
At the end our bodies shake,
Our minds cringe,
Our hearts cease to beat,
For who knows what comes next,
And what lies beyond the tunnel