the bright light
at the end of the tunnel
fades
flickers away
like an oxygen starved candle
leaving me lost
in familiar darkness
the silver lining
on the cloud of my life
is no more than
silver coated rust
your optomism
your bright
sunshiny days
all that bullshit you
dumped on me
lies
i'm lost in the tunnel
deep in my soul
clouded by uncertainty
rejection, regret
as you smile
and pat my head
you never stop to think
that maybe your
catchy phrases
aren't enough to save me
~erika boal