Taking the subway of darkness
At the end of one dark tunnel there�s another
The crowd pushes me too far from the door
Which gives me no hope of ever escaping
I glimpse a bright light as it stops
And I see the people who enter smiles fade
As the door shuts again and we�re on our way
Taking the Subway of darkness
Author's Notes/Comments:
I wrote this poem at a very tough time during my life.. so many things weren't going right. This is my outlook on depression, clinical or not, just when it's there. For those who are less metaphorical, I'm saying the Subway is depression itself. The bright lights that pass are actually the lights in the tunnel, but also the bits of happiness that pass my way, like my family, my friends; the ones who are always there for me. This point is stressed more in the poem, as the lights tend to actually lead me through the darkness like a flashlight. Thank god they know I'm scared of the dark.
