Tunnel

I enter the tunnel, Not willing to turn back, To be named a coward. I walk through it slowly, Not knowing what’s ahead, Just knowing what’s behind. The tunnel is near black, Cold, empty and lifeless. My breath is all I hear. I can’t see the end. It’s like it’s infinite, My tread lasting decades. Finally, I see it. My journey is finished. My prize is in my sight. But all I see is white, A blinding glare of it. I can’t see what it is. Well, I’ve spent all this time… Might as well walk right in. For the end can’t be worse. As I walk through I see, What have longed to receive From my endless journey. Not wealth nor power nor fame, I have gained far, far, more. I now have-... 4/23/18 For the "Tunnel Vision" Contest Sponsored by Kai Michael Neumann I used 6-6-6 syllable tercets for this poem, no rhyme scheme. Hope you enjoy! Fifth Place