Lost, without a hint of light
A black, and endless tunnel
Coursing through a twisting life
An oft polluted runnel

Hands up as a shield to brace
As time begins to pummel
Struck by circumstance and fate
We spiral down the funnel


About A. P. Christopher

I'm a cynic, a nihilist, and a pessimist. I'm a hermit filling the interior walls of my empty cavern with the words and pictures of a mind adrift in disparity. I also like lifting weights.
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7 Responses to Funnel

  1. hey, dig the T consonance in the first stanza. also your About page is well written and humbly self aware ~ very human “I find myself a man with a pick thatโ€™s ever being dulled, swinging helplessly at the interior of my being.”

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  2. The beautiful rhyming of words to portray a strong feeling.

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  3. Michael says:

    not everyday someone uses Runnel. Good work

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