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Trying to see the light
at the end of the tunnel
while carrying the barrel
limiting my sight
to issues and issues only
heavy and poisonous as lead.
Trying to ignore the leak
from the barrel spreading uncontrollably,
soaking into my clothes and shoes,
creating a river of despair under my feet.
I’m too tired and preoccupied to speak,
but still pushing forward not to lose.
Trying to fight the battle
with the barrel and my own intrusive thoughts,
my repeating nightmares and never leaving doubts
because the issues keep spilling out,
and there are still more crises to come to create a hole
where humanity’s vision of the future is buried,
but not surrounded with flowers and candles,
instead it’s covered in ashes and oil puddles
from all the things everybody says I shouldn’t be worried
about.
But really shouldn’t I,
if it’s me and millions of others
living and being born into this world,
which is already a burning pile
waiting impatiently to explode?
And maybe that’s where
the light at the end
of the tunnel comes from
- from humanity’s downfall.