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 © | Year Posted 2010

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Horsman Avatar
November 11, 2012 at 9:13 AM
Oh Wilma, i see this as a relationship.. wonderful poem.., love your poems.....
Al-Riyami Avatar
May 31, 2010 at 5:41 AM
:)Your in my favourites:)
K. Avatar
May 27, 2010 at 9:47 PM
You wrote about claustrophobia really well here, Wilma--it could even be taken literally & figuratively--thanks for sharing :)
Falotico Avatar
May 27, 2010 at 6:11 AM
Love this one too sweetheart... well written
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