Untamed, tunnel spinning. The fairgrounds of grief. Dark And lonely. The murmurs coming from The end, calling us To the opening Across the way. The path unkind, So close. Arms stretched out Never quite there. Finger tips scratching The surface, Always present Slipping and clawing for traction. Shouting out silently For everyone to hear. The … Continue reading Spinning Tunnel – June 5, 2019 →