Darkness, pressing down on all sides.
Silence, echoes of my life, to be
Immobile, restrained on the floor-
Chafing ropes, arms behind my back.
Quiet gasps of breath evading,
Few too glimpses of freedom fading.
Few too glimpses of light to be seen
Distant thuds; closer, closer, but-
Further away as time passes
Like a tunnel, just as far in
As you'll ever be out.
Never ending the drowning darkness,
This silence- thick, suffocating.
Still as can be, not still enough
Never enough, more, more
They demand, they take
Anything, everything,
Present, past and future, all
Mine no longer, only taken--
Here I am. Here we are held.
Hostage.
