Cylindrical Solitude

[PrttyBrd]

narrow tunnelspitch black holeslighted endsSuffocating and frozeneyes adjust, though still uselessthe glare, however subtle is like the sunwhether it is jet black shadows or searing lightBlind is blindWhen you can't seehow are you to choose your own path?You can ask for guidanceBut in the dark,you can't tell if the hand you are holdingis the hand you were reaching for