Entombed
Alone in the dark,
my flashlight shuts down
and I feel my way
through ebony's tactile darkness.
A chill seeps into my bones;
sending a shiver up my spine
as scary thoughts occupy my mind.
And an emptiness
hollows out my soul;
cutting lose, my anchor of reality.
Fear drips from my sweaty pores,
pooling in my heart
as hope drowns.
Feeling forsaken,
and abandoned to my tears,
solitude is oppressive and all-consuming.
Trapped, I'm entombed
in the bowels of a collapsed cave,
and my heart cries out
for the faintest glimmer of light.
Slave to my imagination,
I see the face of evil lurking in the shadows.
And it shape-shifts amid the gloom,
instantly paralyzing reason.
I feel strangled,
as a compressive blackness
smothers me, and I faint into oblivion.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2017
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