Tunnel Vision

Where am I going?

A cold wall

The floor is moist

Water was drained

Pure water, tainted

Sewage in the mixture

 

A black envelope

Closing

A gap where the glue wasn’t secured

An opening

I run

 

The opening

A blue sky

The air of running

But no wind

A right sun

But no heat

A tree, healthy

Strong

An ocean, clean

Animals, alive

A society

Together

 

This tunnel is long

Cramped, shrinking and expanding

But the opening is still there

 

I run

One direction

 

This poem is about: 
Me
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