Walking

I am walking,

Continuously in,

This long ranging,

Dark tunnel, searching,

For the drop of light,

Who makes me fight,

To be alive once again,

With this flesh and bones, remain,

Left of me, in this dummy figure,

So that rubbish hoped as future,

If I got any inspiration,

From that aspiration,

For which, still i am craved,

A nectar, deeper I digged,

Still It’s out of my sight,

Like I don’t have any right,

To have it, a tiny quark,

Like I meant to be dark.