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

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7 thoughts on “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 that’s ever being dulled, swinging helplessly at the interior of my being.”

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