Returned

Grey

dark fog

unable to see my hand

in front of my face.

Climbing

rain slicked stairs

shivering with cold

with wonder

at what I am going to find.

Steps rise forever

or so it seems

for when I gaze above

none can be seen.

The sun

it never rises

never baths my face

in warmth

melting the ice

with which I am encased.

Stumbling

falling to my knees

exhaustion

cannot wait

must move

or I will be returned.

I climb

knees bloodied by the stones

hands scraped from seeking

nails torn from digging

tears

leave a marked trail behind.

Arrival……

I claw myself over the edge

eyes blinded by light

I squint looking upwards

only to begin my descent.

I should have listened.

I should have heard.

You told me

this sanctuary

created for me

I could never escape.

Huddled against the wall

screaming into the night

sadistic chuckle…..

here we go again. 

©May 23/19

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