the room turns to black <br />and everything fades to darkness, <br />i can't see my own fate, <br />let alone my own fingers, <br />there is no way out, <br />or if there is, i cannot see it. <br />i will be trapped here, <br />my oxygen count is depleting, <br />and i no longer feel safe, <br />it feel like the walls are closing in, <br />and squishing me, <br />till it feels like my lungs will collaspe, <br />i will die in the pitch-black place, <br />will anyone be able to hear my screams, <br />or will they just turn to silence after a while, <br />will anyone care that i am missing, that i am gone? <br />will they come looking for me, <br />will they shout my name in agony and despair, <br />or will i be lost with the other dead people, <br />that no one ever cared about. <br />will my story be passed along the villagers? <br />my tale told around a campfire, <br />and when i am long gone, <br />will i still be remembered, <br />or will my face just loom around, <br />and occasionally be looked for, <br />like the countless people <br />who have been lost in time?<br /><br />Jessica LaDuron<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/suffocation-6/
