Light at the end of the tunnel

Sitting in the dim light

With only the company

Of the few people that pass by

This is my life for eight hours

Preceded with a cold crawl

Followed by an even colder crawl

To support myself, to support myself

To be surrounded by some good people

To be in the same position

But over and over a thought came to mind

One word that grew in volume

Over and over until I thought I was mad

Then it came to me

Looking beyond my circumstances

I saw the light at the end of the tunnel

Though it was faint

It kept me going

Though it was far away

I knew I would reach it

And the glory of the light

Washed away any pain

I had carried along my path there