My Tunnel

There used to be a light at the end of this tunnel.
Had guided my way through hell.
Away from the demons with their growls and claws.
From the heat of pressure and reality.
All the trivial demands.
The light so warm on my face.
My heart.
My soul.
Calling to me like a heaven on Earth.

All good things must come to an end.
The tunnel had started collapsing.
Blocking out the light.
My world.
My life.
I was so close, but now so far.
I can feel the heat, but not the warmth.
Their claws pulled me back away from my tunnel.
From my light.
Now, I am nothing.
No one.