The Darkness of the Tunnel Collapses

The weight hangs me down to extreme pressures,
Outliving the final call
I breathe without answers;
Without hope I find myself locked inside a tunnel,
The tunnel never finds entrance
to the escape of the darkness,
Only darkness exists in this world
and light is but a miracle,
A prayer that consists of national traditions,
Singing without hope
inside this unraveling tunnel,
I continue, continue, and continue---
“Where is there hope in this place,
where can I become someone who wants love?”
I continue to tell myself as
I walk through the darkness,
In a place where I did not know
from right to left, to up and down;
Utter darkness believed in me,
and no other would snap towards me,
I was alone inside this darkness,
but I believed that demons existed!
Yes, oh yes! Demons hidden within
the faces of the walls,
Mounted sternly against the bricks of the wall,
For when I touched the wall,
what came out of the wall was a brilliant noise,
That so sued me to a fashion that I was constructed to believe in hell!
I continue, continue, and continue---
“Will I ever find the entrance,
and, or, exit to this haunted life?”
I continue to tell myself as I walk
through the darkness,
Suffering from the past that
belonged to me and me alone,
Challenging the past to believe that
I could escape from that torture,
Unable to adapt the total truth that
was before me in this total darkness!
I continue, continue, fall,
kneel, and suffer upwards---
“I am tired, there is no more that I can find,”
I said, starving onto the stomach,
all internal organs playing their fruitful song,
Sorrow bearing against the truth of Christ, belonging to me;
Perhaps a prayer to the one who created this light at the end would save me?
Can I make amends to the end awhile
I search for the end?
Just maybe, perhaps, the end is
the final resolution of this lifetime!
I continue, continue, fall, kneel, pray, and suffer upwards---
Could life be a simple measure of
ones abilities to continue on?
Was I just a pawn in the game of life,
singing songs without romance involved?
Suffering, suffering the thoughts
that progressed easily into my mind,
Thoughtful inheritance blamed
me for the things that happened,
The pain that hurt me from the
past has returned to me,
The woman has returned,
returned to end her work onto me!
I fall, stammer, and look upwards, downwards---
Total reverse of all that I
comprehended in that moment,
Singing songs that had no
meaning as I knew God could hear me,
But I did not want Him to
hear me; I did not want him to listen;
But I continued, continued, falling, kneel, crouched, and listened to the voices---
Listening, listening, listening---
And oh boy! Why is the world so loud?
The stuttering began, the endless constitution to speak;
Was I still speaking, was the world still
intact with the entire nation of this America?
Listening, breathing that thoughts
that flooded into the mind---
---zero time remaining!
These people, who are they?
Are they the ancients?!
I continue, continue,
and continue without result---
The voices giving me inspiration
to lead onwards towards life,
No evil in their hearts,
but in mine, alone, there is but death!
Continue, continue, kneel,
crouched, follow without orders---

And I had such a good name, too!
Before the end came about and
swallowed me into chaos.
Such a fine name, before the
end was closed at the end.
Perhaps, just maybe, maybe,
I can still find the light of
Christ without the pain.
To search for the light, and Him
to offer me the light
insert this whole life onto Him without pain---
Continue, continue, kneel,
crouched, stare, and barely squint---