Entombed

my cell door goes

click,clack

balleywack

hacketty yack

latch!

and I’m locked in again..

sealed between

four cement walls

a cement ceiling and

a cement floor

as if.. I were dead and

entombed once more

maybe I die each time

I come in

and maybe I arise each time

I go out that door

maybe!

is this where they send

the lost souls or

the found ones?

is this a safe place

to find god?

what if I don’t?

what if I already have?

what if my mom and dad

don’t forgive me?

what if I die here?

what if I’m already dead?

well..

no worries because

sooner or later

that door will go

click, clack

balleywack

hacketty yack

and I will rise

again

it’s not that life is long

it’s that death is slow

everything you ever wanted

when you let it all

go.