In The Tunnel (Poetry)

I don’t know if I’m tunnelling out
or gradually tunnelling in
I sometimes think I hear a shout
perception’s walls grow thin

There’s sounds, there’s smells and chinks of light
where blackness turns to grey
the digging’s hard to left and right
and life dissolves away

I don’t know what I’m looking for
or what maybe I’ll find
my body’s tired, my head is sore
no answer’s crossed my mind

I shift the mountain rock by rock
unearth the glinting stone
and move aside all things that block
the way I chose alone

I have no map, I have no plan
this digging’s all I do
I scratch and scrape the best I can
in effort to break through

And if and when I’ll ever get
to where I’m heading for
is in debate — no clues as yet
and nothing’s been less sure