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Fishermantle

I pass through life's tunnel, a dark cold expanse,

Ruled by fate's unforseen circumstance.

Optimists speak of a light shining still

after the depths of the tunnel we fill.

The blinding light obscures one's sight

as second by second we fade away.

For the light that shines at the end of the way

Serves merely to blind our eyes today!

drshinnick

Bravo!

sivat

Excellent!... Sorry I'm so late checking in.

mollineaux

Little by little,

Inside and out,

Foreign times,

Each life.