At the end of the tunnel

AT THE END OF THE TUNNEL

As the deer seeks for water,
I long to see the end of the tunnel.
A journey I started from nowhere to get to somewhere.
Mystery say there is Something better at its end.
Happiness,joy,satisfaction the mystery said.
This is the tale I try to trail.
It is a journey I cannot afford to derail on.
Like a barrow pusher in search of his pay day,I push to succeed.

I am a warrior on the battle field.
The uncertainty of my life is the same as my journey.
The hustles and bustles of life tearing me apart.
As desolate as the tunnel is,I seek for the warmth of sunlight at its end.
Many kicked the bucket like football just to see it.
A survivor I can be certainly.
The jaws of failure I will tear .
Ripping out its tongue of disappointment.

I am weary as I am hungry.
My mind,feeble as I tremble.
Legs shaking as one with epilepsy.
I hunger for the harvest off my labour.
Certainly I cannot end midway.
My strong phobia for failure drives me.
A victor I must be.
The end of the tunnel I must see.
©victor_writes.