Through The Tunnels

The tunnels look at you,
Entering their pathways matters
To the district so enclosed.
My small river of mercy overflows,
Meddling with the yesterdays
And the tests of this exhilaration.
My separated one argues, fusses and fights
For hurtling stories
That are plagues,
That are matters,
That beam on the listeners with
Accuracy.

The tunnels are aghast at
The sound of osmosis,
The struggle within,
And the perspiring of inhuman bodies
Lingering in the slime and cake,
Muds of various lakes
Seem to accost you from without.

A tunnel speeds up travel when
Ignorance has a sign to sell,
Unhappiness has set in,
Happiness was a tunnelling process
With layers of difficulty.

by Naveed Akram

Comments (1)

i feel like this is a very well done poem, it is probably hard to read for some people but i could understand it perfectly. this work of art is so true in many ways because it talks about how we make a big deal if we upset God but dont really care about the ramifications. we should all take note from this poem, because one day that grizzly might get us!