A Light at the Beginning of the Tunnel
A Twisted Verse by Matthew Tonks
I wasn’t, then I was, this thing is not quite right,
Yet right is never wrong, I lingered through the night.
Too long I stayed when I should’ve gone, the door an open plea,
Pages ripped and torn away, what’s left is only me.
Myself a fading mystery, eyes half-closed in prayer,
I asked for words and time and forgiveness in the air.
Then all I saw, the world unspun, its truth bled through my skin,
I welcomed in my misery, let darkness draw me in.
Blood and cold with open arms, they whispered me to rest,
For I am not the vessel, just the hollow in its chest.
Empty still, I drift inside, through echoes dim and thin,
A light at the tunnel’s birth—and I, the ghost within.
💬 Did this one echo?
Tell me—before it forgets your name.
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Written by Matthew Tonks
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