There’s A Tunnel Poem by Waseem Sherif

There’s a tunnel
I’m walking through
To get to you

Unsent letters
On the table;
Scattered letters
On a burnt paper
Black coffee stains
Everywhere

This can’t be stopped
Not before I see
All of you,
Not before you feel
What I feel…

We are strangers
Separately
-You and me-
Strayed for a long time
into each other’s minds
beyond the iris
of our eyes

It seems endless
-with no shortcuts-
The tunnel that leads
to the truth
And the ones who
are seeking you
Should never
Complain
about the Pain…