Blessing
A small cell Dark, cold, bare… A small vent that lets a faint light in. A rumbling sound coming from far far away… Getting closer and closer Suddenly, A crashing BOOM A big bolder chokes the small hole Leaving only a sliver of light. The battering sound is deafening Rocks fall tumbling down Utterly closing the vent. And then There is total darkness… Dirt pours in filling every craves The air thick with dust. Suffocation is slow, numbing, Clouding the mind… There is nothing to see, To breathe, To think. Death comes As a last peaceful blessing.