Long and dark may be the tunnel

Written by: Anoucheka Gangabissoon

Dark are my days, darkened with pain Light and joy has flown down the drain All for a cause of an unexpected zeal Meant for a heart to be captured, my captain! Dark may be my days, dark are the nights Amidst the agony, the coming days fill me up with frights Of what use is living in emptiness, in void If blank seems the mere existence, once the object of my delights! Days are forever bad, luck seems so sad With fever, it would seem fortune is clad Love meant to the enjoyers of doom The awakened, devoid of love, are among the myriad! And in the darkened depth, I smile Amidst the dark doom, I cross the mile For submissive to a fragile fate, I have experienced the holiness in good style! Saved from the swampy marsh My Life meant to be one so harsh Yet joy to be my ending reward For treading the dark tunnel can be truly dullish! Love, Love, remains the miracle Love and show mercy in amounts ample How can there be love in the dark tunnel Hope is there, for the end of the battle