The Tunnel


This wasn't where

He wanted to be

He looked around

And smelt the dank

Foul air.

Grimacing.


He started crawling

Towards death

Or freedom

But probably

The former.

Shuddering.


He gasped

He saw a light

Hurried forwards

Just to fall

A 40 foot drop.

Screaming.


Landing

With a splash

He battled

Against the current

Although it was strong.

Weakening.


He climbed up

Sprawling out

On dry land again

Trying hard

To catch his breath.

Panting.


His eyes grew

Accustomed to the gloom

He looked around

And the dagger

Fell silently.

Killing.