The Light At the End of My Tunnel

December 10, 2007
By Eva Rajan, Briarcliff Manor, NY

What do I do now?
For the light at the end of my tunnel has burned out
No one meant more to me in life
When she left, it was as if I was stabbed in the heart with a knife

Why do I feel this misery within?
It is as if my heart is numb, never to beat again
Tears run down my face, In this world I do not have a place

The skin on my body has been ripped off
She is my protector and she is gone
Every time I think of her I can't breathe
She is the one person in my life I need

No one can understand the sadness
That flows throughout my body
The day she left and went away
Was the day I found it would not be the same

What is the point of living now?
For she is no longer in existence
My mother, my life

I must not cry, For now I am the light
Continuing the flame
That my mother once was

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