Light at The End of The Tunnel

The tunnel is long,

dark,

cold,

and admirable.

It's harsh,

yet you can't help

but admire the beautiful carvings

just visible in your dim sight.

You reach out your hand,

walking and letting your fingers

trace the marks on the curved ceiling

of the tunnel.

Finally,

you see a light.

You are relieved

to leave the neverending tunnel,

yet you are sad to not

be able to admire the carvings

anymore.

"Goodbye" You whisper.

The light might be

a train,

but you're happy to be

releived of trekking the

endless,

cold,

dark,

meritorious tunnel.