Challenge Yourself
By Fox-Trot-9
46: End of the Tunnel
(Ballad)
What's this I see beyond the light
Of endless suffering?
Is this a false reprieve of shite
That leaves me withering?
I do not know, and yet I hear
Of talk of distant lands,
In which I have nothing to fear
On which my freedom stands.
But am I free? I scarcely know
And scarcely dare to see,
Because this life is always slow
To yield a crumb to me.
My world lies in the ceaseless bound
Of promises proved false,
So that I cast my gaze around
And see with beating pulse
Only this side of this great tunnel
That beckons like a snare;
I fear to drift into that funnel
Wherein who knows what's there!
And yet, my will surrenders me
Into the Siren's fold—
Of Time's eternal constancy
That soothes me when I'm old.
So let me drift towards that edge
Where my oblivion dies,
Wherein my will creates the wedge
That cuts out all these lies!
Into that blinding rabbit-hole
Shall I now gain my peace,
A part of God that makes me whole
With just the smallest piece
Of such a sweet release!
(To be continued...)
A/N: After an ungodly amount of time away from any writing on this site, I come back (albeit briefly) to give you a heads up that I'm still alive!
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Challenge Yourself
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