Alone - a poem by Martin Binningt

Alone

a poem by Martin Binnington

© May 2013

I'm in a room without a door,

A place I've never been before,

There's no way in, and no way out.

It's dark and dry, and oh so small,

My head's on the ceiling, my arms touch the wall,

There's no escape hatch, no way out!

There's scrabbling, as of little claws,

The constant buzz of tiny saws,

Why is there no way out?

It's claustrophobic, a trap perhaps?

Maybe a building has collapsed?

I try to yell, "Please, let me out!"

I realise I made no sound,

This room I'm in, it's underground,

That is why there's no way out.

I relax, accept my fate,

There is no sign of a heavenly gate,

I'm here forever, trapped, with no way out.