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.         


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