I can't get out.
There are walls all around me.
They're cold and tight.
And they block out the glow
Of the moon in the night.
Submerged in the darkness,
My lonely soul cries,
Betrayal pouring
As tears from my eyes.
I can't get out.
The grip around my throat
Is too firm to battle.
My ribcage is squeezing.
I feel my brain rattle.
Blinking out stars
From the edges of my vision,
I let out a plea
But no one will listen.
I can't get out.
Hints of the past,
The future and present
Glint around somewhere,
Like the sliver of a crescent.
When I try to reach for them,
They slip through my fingers
Leaving me alone.
Their essence still lingers.
I can't get out.
My hair is in tatters
And frames my face.
In long, creeping tendrils,
The quiet embrace
Of a thousand-odd spirits
Holds me close. And the cold
Cannot quite touch me
As a black dawn unfolds.
I can't get out.
It's as though I'm drifting
Down a long, narrow chute.
The promises they made me
I can now refute.
They said it would be easy,
Letting myself leave.
But I keep falling forwards,
And I find I can't breathe.
I can't get out.
A breeze flutters past,
Like the small gust of breath
A person exhales
Before succumbing to death.
And I cling to the thought
That another understands.
My fist closes to hold
An invisible hand.
I can't get out.
Despite the feeling
That here others roam,
I cannot pretend that
I'm not alone.
And every so often,
The soft, haunting call
Of emptiness and loneliness
Seeps into my fall.
I can't get out.
Darkness and whiteness
Smudging together.
An inky landscape
Going on forever.
And I wait for the moment
It all fades away.
I've been waiting forever-
What's another few days?
YOU ARE READING
the mind's recesses
Puisiwords that fell out of inky fingers, and stained the paper that lay on wooden tables.
