Long and Dark May Be the Tunnel
Dark are my days, darkened with pain
Light and joy has flown down the drain
All for a cause of an unexpected zeal
Meant for a heart to be captured, my captain!
Dark may be my days, dark are the nights
Amidst the agony, the coming days fill me up with frights
Of what use is living in emptiness, in void
If blank seems the mere existence, once the object of my delights!
Days are forever bad, luck seems so sad
With fever, it would seem fortune is clad
Love meant to the enjoyers of doom
The awakened, devoid of love, are among the myriad!
And in the darkened depth, I smile
Amidst the dark doom, I cross the mile
For submissive to a fragile fate,
I have experienced the holiness in good style!
Saved from the swampy marsh
My Life meant to be one so harsh
Yet joy to be my ending reward
For treading the dark tunnel can be truly dullish!
Love, Love, remains the miracle
Love and show mercy in amounts ample
How can there be love in the dark tunnel
Hope is there, for the end of the battle
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