Cloistered

Fifteen steps down

To the right. 

Fourteen more 

To the left. 

The light itself lingers at the top tread

For fear it will not be able to return. 

Down

          Down

                     Down 

                               Til the air thickens in your chest. 

Darkness is all that dwells here. 

And your escape is a forgotten dream. 

Trapped in blind silence and deathly peace 

Your eternal end

A living tomb.