Soothing light at the end of the tunnel

Sitting there in the dark room
Damp and stale air circulating in his lungs
Tired, dried and painful eyes
Adjusting to the solitary beam of light in the room

Bound by ropes since eternity
He had stopped struggling against them
But the light reminded him of what he could be
The light was where he wanted to get to

The flimsy ropes gave way under his gentle tug
He was free from all that was holding him from his destiny
His weak limbs carried him to the door
His face partially illuminated by the sunlight

He rushed into the thin wooden door
The cool breeze running through his hair reminding him what it meant to be free
His feet missing the familiarity of the damp ground
His mind scared of the uncertainty

The wind started hitting his face harder and faster
He was where he always wished to be
Only to realize he had been waiting for his end
He was found washed up on a beach a few kilometers from his light tower.

P.S. the title is from a Metallica song - "No Leaf Clover" - The soothing light at the end of the tunnel, is just a freight train coming your way.....