Light of Tunnel
My "shorts" poetry. Most of this was me when I was incarcerated.
Light of Tunnel
Now in season, still sinking in
The poison flooding, over taken me
Blood slowly churning
A piston short through, but never in
Focus on, between light,
And what happens in the nights
As your future fills
A seed buried long ago
But never to drown
Your needs are of mine
Buried in a million betrayals
You believe in me
And I believe in you
With me
© 2018 Dom Shadows
