all it is,
is a stretch of road
with a large structure
enclosing us in.
you would imagine it would scare us
or even mean nothing to us
just a passage of rock and brick
that we occasionally pass through.
when i look out the car window
at how this tunnel envelops me
filled with flashing lights
to guide us along our way
i can't help but feel a tear at my eye.
i remember how things used to be
when a tunnel was an adventure
of screaming and standing up in the car
so we could feel the wind in our hair.
now i am alone, driving alone
the lights mean nothing
the structure means nothing
what i once saw as an expedition
i now see as bricks and rocks and rubble.
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Poetry♡ a poem compilation ♡ "maybe someday, these pain-filled words will compensate for this endless suffering."
