What to expect from the darkness?

Waiting for the light at the end of the tunnel,
leaving behind the traces of this life
in all the splendor of highs?

Shine yourself – to light up the darkness,
in the sky.
Or just let me out,
of my parallel life.

Just one second, if I can,
to fly far away and never look back.

Just wondering – is my life blocked,
or I am falling
into the holy hole of the entire darkness
and dark…

Who knows the answer?

Well, I think the best answer
is reserved for the final cut.

The raptures of feelings mixed between the lines of hopes.

And who is here to measure our waves of hope?

No feelings left.
No story to be told?

Who is at the beginning,
and who is toward the end?