Enclosed in the dark Walls closing in I've hit my mark On what lies within There's that voice If I choose to listen My heart starts to beat Your eyes start to glisten The voice starts to speak "Say it's over, goodbye See ya next week" Motionless I lie I'm in a room full of people Machines and the like Not in a building with a steeple But one overlooking a **** Suddenly, there appears a new voice One I can't ignore "If you come back, I'll let you go" Trying to move is such a chore And I bolt right up, from the soft bed Astonished, I came back from the dead
This piece was written for a contest on all poetry, where the prompt was space... I chose to convey the time in a relationship where the person feels smothered....So in order to get any space the poor guy had to die.... hope you enjoy my work...