From Dusk Till Dawn

An isolating darkness looms: A numb yet tingled skin; And residues of twilight's gloom, As walls unseen close in. This place feels sharp, yet vague and stale; The clash stirs strife within. My fingers click and spread—a snap! So faint—I fear I'm dead. Insipid airs invade my lungs: The voices haunt my ears; Adrift in dreamlike black, undone, Alone, still lacking fear. Commanded, guided, commandeered My soul is tugged then shoved; My anger swells, for loss so sheer, No helm, no sense, bereft. To think, therefore to be—I blare! The real is mine to snatch; I’ll walk into the tunnel’s flare, My exit door unlatched.