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Trapped

The darkness isn’t complete, it is hazy.
Outside, you know it is night,
but in here, you can’t tell.
It’s been hours and hours, but
Einstein’s time is cruel, and it has been eternity.
You are alone in here,
your phone doesn’t work,
your voice isn’t your own,
hoarse from shouting, hollow,
your fingers are deadened with spent effort,
your legs gave way long ago.
The air is stale with a million breaths,
The mind is numb,
thought turned sluggish by panic.
The morning bathes the building with light,
But the lift still stands in darkness, dead.

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