Through The Tunnel Alone Poem by Robert Smith

The worst of changes unexplained
is the loneliness, not taking friends
or family along, having to pass through
the tunnel alone, all by myself

Not being able to communicate, no lines
to connect one side of myself to the other,
completely isolated, the best I can do is
admit to a headache and accept the

Verdict of psycho-somatic, I don’t mind
the label, as long as I can feel
healthy and sane again…