Trapped

surrounded by Darkness
walls moving in
closer
and closer
inch by inch
each inhalation
drawing them in
pulling them closer
On top of you
until stopping
is all you can
do
to survive
No breaths
closed eyes
darkness Envelopes you
and finally
there is nothing left

One With The Wind

sometimes it sounds nice
the idea
the image
of the utopia

disappearing
no one caring
no one aware
of the pain that once was

sometimes it sounds nice
the idea
to blend in
and just disappear