Darkness

These tunnels I’m walking are so very dark
My thoughts project surround me like disturbed violent art
I scream and I scream to hear some fragment of sense 
To be greeted solemnly by anger and resent 
Which tunnel I venture depicts my next feud
A scramble of junctions to commit or elude. 
 Suppressed  I’ve succumbed to playing this role 
But the weight that it bares exceeds any toll 
For a second I saw a glimmer of light, at the end of my tunnel of fears 
Only to be startled by the realisation it was the glisten of my own true tears.