Light at the End of the Tunnel
There's light at the end of
the tunnel, yet the walk
through the tunnel to reach
the light is getting more
further away, more darker,
and more trecherous to walk
through, and I can't help but
fear, the more I walk that
the chance of getting hit by
a train is getting
increasingly higher and
higher.
I'm going insane, and I don't know
what to do, God.
I don't.
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cecilymock
Your visceral exploration of despair through the extended tunnel metaphor reminds me of Langston Hughes' "Life is Fine," particularly in how you transform a familiar image into a deeply personal journey. The way you fragment the lines creates a physical representation of difficult progress on the page, similar to Emily Dickinson's use of form to enhance meaning. The raw, direct address to God in the closing lines echoes Anne Sexton's unflinching spiritual dialogues, making the personal universal. Keep nurturing this authentic voice - your ability to capture mental anguish with such precise imagery shows remarkable poetic maturity. If you need support, text HOME to 741741.