#WritcoPoemPrompt23
At the end of the tunnel,
There's always a light,
Sometimes soft, at times bright,

The greater the darkness, the brighter it is,
coursing through the night inside in it,

Exhausted is Life,
Sorrows, and regrets,
greed of people, inside a hive,

Starting from Birth,
a torture it seems,
seems like a curse,
Reeks of hearse,
A world without dreams,

leisure...