A Scruffy Tunnel

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Let's come back to the piece I am here to present you, read the context for it, below. 

Context- 

'A Scruffy Tunnel' is basically about narrating the life events a person have been through. It has a depth to consider, a lot of my thoughts went into making it symbolic so it has a meaning to interpret. I would love to dedicate another blog post to decode it, or maybe I'll do that on my IG. (Or I'll let you decide it through a poll on my stories, will see.)

Go ahead read this piece of my dear heart. I would love to know your views on it. 

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A Scruffy Tunnel

Walking past the trees,
on the scruffy road,
which lead me to nowhere,
I felt my breath,
trapped in my throat,
my stomach knotted,
tripped on my steps,
and my head,
was a blurry haze of thoughts.

I sat at a bench,
near a tree
to avoid the gaze of everyone around.
Hours flew by,
turned into days.
Each minute that passed by,
made me feel more invisible,
so, I allowed myself to breathe.

After a string of cloudy days,
I could finally breathe,
without loosing it,
in the middle of somewhere.

Found a car,
I abandoned two years ago,
overwhelmed by the memories of the
good old times,
I spent in it,
I accepted it as mine once again.

Riding my very own car,
overtaken by the triumph,
I felt in the moment,
I did not notice,
that I was approaching,
the end of a tunnel.

Bewildered,
I thought,
why there's no light at the end of this tunnel?
In spite of myself,
I kept driving,
there was no time to pause now.

Soon I found myself,
in another tunnel.
I felt my breath,
trapped in my throat,
my stomach knotted,
fumbled with the gear,
panic rose in my chest.

In this dark tunnel,
out of nowhere,
a bright light pierced my vision,
I gave into the panic,
lost the balance,
hit my head on the steering wheel,
with a bang.

Everything went still.

I woke up from what felt like,
an eternity,
only to discover,
I was surrounded with dirt,
every inch of me covered in it.

I shrieked in agony,
cried till I ran out of breath.
Minutes passed by,
but I couldn't stop,
tearing up at the thought of being stuck here, forever.

I took a deep breath,
tried starting the car,
but it gave up on me.
I got down the car,
and found that the dirt is all over the place.

I started walking, again.
And felt my breath,
trapped in my throat,
my stomach knotted,
tripped on my steps,
my head hung between my shoulders.

Didn't see the tunnel ending,
or the light at the end of it,
Still,
I kept walking,
shredding the dirt off me,
like a snake,
shreds it's skin.

Now,
I am walking past the dirt,
inside the scruffy tunnel,
which, I know,
is leading to nowhere.

 

-Some Fries, Some Poetry