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#WritcoPoemPrompt23
At the end of the tunnel,
There's always a light,
Sometimes soft, at times bright...
and as I think I'm approaching closer,
the light is dimmer,then thee aroma grabs my attention.
I know I'm alone, I know I've grown. why does this smell take me , and put me where I dont want to be? am I tripping? could it be my PTSD? flashbacks in an instance. the reason of this tunnel being paved. no place .i've tried to hard to get a way. the signs said "this way precious." did I read it wrong was Precious used as a verb, or my name?
the smell leaves, yet it...
At the end of the tunnel,
There's always a light,
Sometimes soft, at times bright...
and as I think I'm approaching closer,
the light is dimmer,then thee aroma grabs my attention.
I know I'm alone, I know I've grown. why does this smell take me , and put me where I dont want to be? am I tripping? could it be my PTSD? flashbacks in an instance. the reason of this tunnel being paved. no place .i've tried to hard to get a way. the signs said "this way precious." did I read it wrong was Precious used as a verb, or my name?
the smell leaves, yet it...
