The Light

At the end of the tunnel is there really is light? Like the sun Peering Through the dusk breaking the night?
Is it just an Hallucination, unreality among dreams?
Like an illusion which makes out it's better than it seems?
Is crying the sighs of your self pity?
Like losing yourself in a shadow city.
Is it a foolish phrase which makes one believe as it taunts and through your fear it weaves 

But one holds on to what it could be ,
then it disappears watch it scatter and flee
feels it shatter and break one deep inside,
anger along with sorrow mix and collide.
The words now broken and what is said the promise is made gone vanished dead But one reason reaches out grabs it and holds it tight just to see the end of the tunnel where there is a Light 

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