Copyright 2014 RC deWinter ~ All Rights Reserved
You woke not in your bed but in a chair,
the room was dark and smoky,
no one else was sitting there
and couldn't have, for you sat
in the only one provided.
Your body, strangely light, would not obey.
You tried to stand but nothing
moved in the expected way
so you gave up, pretending
this was something you decided.
No clock hung on the wall of deepest red,
no way to gauge time's passing
so you closed your eyes instead,
but horribly your eyelids
were apparently misguided.
Transparent as twin windows newly glazed,
you saw as clearly as you
had; now panicked, frightened, dazed,
you tried to scream, but silence,
having been, now still abided.
Welcome to hell, oh pilgrim, all is lost!
Not quite what you expected,
there's no fiery holocaust,
only a room, your prison,
no one else has been invited.
~ copyright 2014 RC deWinter
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