They keep squeezing in around me.
Pushing... taunting me...
The miles are now inches... stealing my freedom.
Every escape I plan is foiled.
They are keen...
predicting my every contemplation with ease.
I seek my refuge, demanding the darkness to fall
Needing my haven.
They stand tall and deep within the night...
Silently waiting... to cage me.
I fight to control the spasms seizing my body
Running is no use... defeat is my reality.
They sense the fear that swells in my soul.
Swiftly attacking at all directions...
closing in, surrounding me... trapped.
In astonishment, I gaze cautiously upwards.
They encircle me - smirking.
I surrender...
The tomb encases me, portraying hardened
brashness.
I reach forward grazing the rough contures.
Shocked, I pull back my numbed fingertips.
They soar in their laughter...
Intimidating me with ancient memories and regret.
Elaborating the noncontestual battle,
Beaming at their conquest...
Contentment blankets the heaving blackness.
My heart pounds, tears streak my face.
I quiver... uncontrolled, I gasp.
I look at my captor - nothing...
I wipe my eyes... clear my mind...
I stand alone.
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