Blinded by tear soaked eyes
I fail to see the tunnel’s end.
Its clever rolls yet underlie
And fold within.
The hollowed echoes vaguely glace
And brush my fragile skin,
While unsupported rants
Tear out and bleed from pen.
The strokes of vandalism gaze
Petrified as stone
Weakly reaching out to raze
And crack my vacant bones.
Yet failing that they fall
Each to recommend
That which once was gall
Drunk in thirst I cannot mend.
Moonlit Poetry 