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.

This poem is about: 
Me

Comments

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.

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