13 December, 2009

The End

Tania Burgess

I am walking through a tunnel that seems to have no end
I see nothing
I hear nothing
I cannot seem to find the light
It”s getting darker
Colder
Smaller as it goes on
I have tried to turn back
I can”t
It stops me
The strength of its power is great
It keeps pulling me in
Is this the end for me
Is depression the tunnel of death

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