Tunnel Poem by Alan Bruce Thompson

The air thickens and bends as we rush towards the rock,
The train approaching the tunnel makes compression air shock.

We plunge through the hole and our ears go pop,
The tunnel is longer than I thought, please train do not stop!

It was damp, musty and dark, as we raced into the abyss,
Now it's dry and black as we rattle along and hiss.

What will it be like on the other side?
Worse than before? should I prepare to hide?

What is this place? I am hurled into light,
This side is vibrant and friendly, a wondrous sight.

I just realised what has happened, I stifled my scream.
This enlightenment happens often, when I wake from my dream.