The Tunnel

I' ve seen people wondering
into that sharp darkness,
but I' ve never seen anyone
coming out.

I' ve peered into that emptiness.
There was no warmth, no hope.
I could hear the sound of many,
but the noises were muffled...

No meanings; no feelings.

The darkness wrapped
my body.
It pierced the soul.
I could sense their agonies,
no one cared about mine.

This was only the beginning.

The tunnel cried for my company,
but behind...
There was everything
I' ve ever longed for.

Here I was at the beginning of life
and already had to choose
between life and death
without ever experiencing life.
I had to sacrifice my past,
without knowing my future.

This was not my choice.
Those sounds in the tunnel
magnetized my body.
It wasn't under my control.

I had to follow the sound
of their agonies;
amongst which I heard
my very own cries,
even though I was still
at the entrance.

After a few metres
or maybe it was miles,
I stumbled over what seemed
a lifeless body.
Through the darkness
I could sense it,
I was terrorized...

I had fallen over my
lifeless cold body.

This was my past hunting my present.

As I stood up, I saw myself
maybe a few years younger,
drifting away from me.
It was the only one
that ever crawled back out.

I had to kneel and to surrender.
I had to die again...