07-26-2016, 08:33 AM
glimpsing darkness
Truly seeing
in the black air.
Adjusting to
coming through it.
A passenger
and sometimes I
am the driver.
In a tunnel
that I had to
pass through - without
a shortcut and
with no way to
shut my eyes tight
and let it go
whistling by - rushed.
As a favor.
I had to pay
deliverance.
To smell the smoke
and worry about
suffocation.
To see the light
I had to do it.
To ride through it.
thanks ahead of time for this forum and for your time to critique my poem.
Truly seeing
in the black air.
Adjusting to
coming through it.
A passenger
and sometimes I
am the driver.
In a tunnel
that I had to
pass through - without
a shortcut and
with no way to
shut my eyes tight
and let it go
whistling by - rushed.
As a favor.
I had to pay
deliverance.
To smell the smoke
and worry about
suffocation.
To see the light
I had to do it.
To ride through it.
thanks ahead of time for this forum and for your time to critique my poem.