The Elevator
Walls are closing in,
everything seems small
the space is diminishing
heart is racing
struggling to breath
it’s so warm
I need to get out,
crowd seems to get bigger
everything is closing in on me
I’m probably going to die in here
somebody save me
someone open the door,
flickering lights a threat
that darkness is imminent
feeling alone
feeling lost
if only the lights
would go back on,
if only I took the stairs
instead of the elevator
I would not be stuck here
in the dark, waiting
with my life being in someone else’s hands…
Copyright © Wilma Neels | Year Posted 2010
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