A Dark Tunnel

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I wrote this poem from the perspective of a dying man who is trapped in a cave in and death awaits him. Please read.

Submitted: April 16, 2011

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Submitted: April 16, 2011



You will not cry my tears nor feel my joys

My head is laboured by restless and scratching noise

The ancient pain and grieving struggles, my body is aching

As if I am crushed under rubble

Each breath may be my last, my dying wish

My heartbeat thumps slow then fast

How I yearn for your comforting arms

The warmth of your tears as they catch and they slid down my palms.

I feel naught but regret, sorrow and the forbidding call of which I must answer

My death is near. The grim reaper a bountiful pouncer,

Sneaky and slippery or so I have been thought to be

My end is near, a dark tunnel do I see?

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