Light At The End Of The Tunnel
Isn't it a privilege to have fixable problems, when emotional intelligence comes to your aid? There's hope, there's light at the end of the tunnel and with that belief, grief starts to fade. But now it's not the same It's all my fault Misunderstandings Which tear it all apart. Is this how it all was supposed to end, left with no spark, no life to mend? Yet I know that it's me that made it like this like something out of control, a forbidden wish. I feel tired of chasing away these thoughts So I try to fill the void with distraction and whatnot. Can dreams be fuelled from an empty mind? Is there still any potential to find? Is it ok to keep asking, Or should I shut it out? Should I let it be the end, Embrace it like a friend? I still find it hard, still wish it never happened, but the question is, Is there light at the end of the tunnel?