Or When You Are Inside A Dark Room

and all are solid walls
you hear no one and no one hears you
you stand and grapple for light
your hands feeling the sides of
the walls
you panic for an exit
and still there is none
you calm yourself
and sit on the floor
you close your eyes in this darkness
and see the light inside

is this not a relief? you breathe
deeper like you are throwing a rope with a pail
inside the hole
of a well

you hear nothing yet
until it hits the bottom
and then you settle for something
so temporal
like this: i am alright. Things will be.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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