I look to the tunnel
And what I see
Has become
A dead end.

I search frantically
For a way out
Yet all I see is
A dead end.

Looking for a light
Something to let me know
That I am okay
For all I can see is
A dead end.

Loosing air
Taking my breath away
I must be hallucinating
I can only see darkness and peril
I see a dead end.

Nothing I can’t see
Will betray me
For I can see nothing
Therefore, everything will betray me
Because all I can feel
Is a dead end.

Waiting for this cloud to lift
Watching as the arch unfolds
I am 6 inches away from the click
That’s why I have this to say
I am at
A dead end.

Looking through an hour glass
Is harder than pleading for mercy
No, I will not stand for this
I will not retreat
Though my skin is raw
From fighting the urge
To let myself know
That I am at
A dead end.

Mankind will never know
Why we live
It is a mystery
With an answer
That only God and the Devil
Will ever know
Because we saw through
Our chains of misery
To get to the other side
And we finally see it is
A dead end.

My work has doubled
Trying to resist the urge
That everyone has
Trying not to succumb
To the darkness in my heart
Because if I do
It will be a dead end.

I hate this
There is no reason why
You have to use
Psychology on me
I am not a puppet
But I will be
When I read the dead end.

I got this cramp
It’s in my style
It gives me pain
When I go the extra mile
To make someone happy.

Normal medicine
Won’t be a problem to find
But it won’t work on this pain
I’ve tried the anti-biotics
But it will not go away
But I know this kind of pain
It happens when you reach
A dead end.

There is one last question
I have about this
“dead end”…
Where is it?

This poem, in my opinion, is very bad. But I pu it up here for your enjoyment, if any. No flow, bad wording. The whole 9 yards.