In the Tunnel of Time
The one stuck in the tunnel dug in desert of deprivation,
doesn’t know what in notion the rationale of the thing
people of perception define as the art of living,
perceived under free sunshine in the haven of oasis.
Survival struggle kicks the languished life into dark abyss,
breaking the fragile frame of the fleeting future,
the shards are thrown in the debris of abject rejection,
unable to rise from the chasm, even if arduously tried.
Failing to invent the mirage of escape, can’t kindle hope
to light up the receding unseen end of the dark tunnel,
but self-preservation instinct lingering in the bleak confine
motivates to crawl desperately to the illusion of future.
The sordid present suffocates in the nightmare of agony,
turning life into a consumed candle in the dark night.
As the defiled existence is denied the rays of the rising sun,
dented conscience murders the soul in the tunnel of time.
January 31, 2021
Contest : All Yours (May 5)
Sponsor : Brian Strand
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