I open my eyes and I find myself surrounded by darkness
The air is thin and I struggle to breathe

My clothes are soaked, you'd think I just got out of the pouring rain. The humidity is so intense, the sweat pours down my face like a fountain.

I pull a lighter from my pocket, it's one of those times I'm thankful I smoke.
It lit up the entire area, but it doesn't calm my panic.

I know what this is, I know what I'm in. I try to slow my breathing so maybe I can calm down enough to figure a way out of this

How did I get here? Why don't I remember a thing?

Hours go by and my body is sore from all the thrashing and pounding. My fingers are bleeding from all the splinters I've received from scratching at the wood. My voice is hoarse from the continuous screaming. Every effort seems like a delay in the inevitable. A false shred of hope that I'd be able to get out of this.

I've lost track of time and its starting to sink in that no one is going to find me, and I'm not freeing myself; hell, I doubt anyone is even searching

I say a prayer for my daughters, I hope they'll forgive me and that they know, I love them dearly

For the first time, I start getting comfortable, I start finding peace by accepting my fate
All I have to do now is wait
Wait for death.
I pray it doesn't come late


© M.J. Rhodes