The lift has closed behind me
and theres no going back ,
all i can do is pray
that its heading the right way .
Its going to distinguish
weither the pressure on my body
is coming from up or down .
i can feel a distant shudder
from a floor i have not yet tread .
the lift slows down and ,
with a metallic growl ,the doors open .
there are many open doors but i can see no'one .
After what seems like an eternity
the doors resume their entombing status .
again , the lift moves off towards ,
my obscured destination .
a piece of rubbish that was once in the corner
has moved next to my feet
and a couple " i loves" havee appeared on the wall
my upper arms have become sore
and when i look , i see scratches and bruises .
a subconcious feeling convinces me the air has become thinner .
suggesting either , i am going up or , the lift is sealed .
i have occasional urges to push the emergency stop
but i decide to wait and see where i end up