Pet Peeves

Long tunnels
of hope

like magnets
strong

promise, pull
bring me close

every night

to a morning
very bright

beyond the black.

and when

but

when

there is light
near the end

it begins
like a seed

to grow in my head

and charm

like sugar
and honey

pulling
promising

like drops of dew
frozen in memory

and i
a practiced fool

move on
on
on
and closer on

and finally
when the end is in sight
the light

very bright

stings my eyes
hurts my heart

and i
a practiced fool

am blind
and cold again.