Brooding

Darker thoughts envelop me rapidly, as I look at brighter things, it is like an unending tunnel, dark ,long and unwinding, where from crevices I do see the light, which beckons me hard as an allurement, but I am confounded by distance to it, and the "dark" distance to it to be more precise, suddendly acold gust blows fast in face, reminding me that it is not only dark and long,but also cold, in the tunnel that faces me ahead, in hope of light and warmth I keep going -on and on, as darker and "darker still" thoughts envelop me fast, as I think of brightness past and ahead.