All she sees is a dark tunnel,

Calling her, pulling her in.

 

At the end stands an onyx gate,

Tall and bold, waiting to be opened.

 

In the middle, lies her vices,

Memories of hate, anger and pain.

 

She sighs and takes her first step,

The final journey to meet her fate.

Sharmi

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