This is the final poem that I've written for the new book, I'm taking the manuscript to the publishers tomorrow.
This poem again relates to PTSD (Post Traumatic Stress Disorder)
Thanks to everyone for taking their time to read my stuff, I only do these poems in my spare time, I'm not a writer or a 'poet' or anything I'm a full time carer.
I'm just doing my best to raise awareness of Hillsborough, and in this book the mental health illness's that are related to it.
The book will be available in mid Feb, thanks again to everyone for their support and encouragement.
mike.
The Tunnel
I’m in this tunnel, this long, long tunnel and it’s as dark as it can be.
I’ve been in this tunnel for such a long time, yet any light I’m still to see.
I’m in this tunnel, this depressing tunnel, a tunnel as black as ink.
There have been times in this tunnel when to new depths I’ve had to sink.
I’ve been in this tomb of a tunnel for over 20 years and I know other people
are around.
Yet sometimes I just choose to ignore them but other times I’m so desperate
to be found.
I’m stuck in this tunnel, this never ending tunnel, where there’s no difference
between day and night.
And all the time I’ve spent in this tunnel all I’ve asked for is just a ray of light.
There have been periods that I’ve felt so low I’ve been unable to function or cope.
And deep in thought I’ve often wondered has all the light gone out on hope?
Nearly 22 years in this tunnel, you could say I’m getting used to being alone.
So will I be rescued from this tunnel, or this tunnel will I finally call home?