Trapped

I can hear the flies buzzing

so I think I must have  died

In life I could shoo them away

open a window 

to persuade them through,

though usually they were

too stupid

to grasp the chance of freedom.

Now there is no window to be 

opened.

We’re trapped in this closed space

with only our fears,

our most ancient fears

for company.

Eternal night.

No possibility

of freedom,

or escape.

Not for me.

Not for them. 

https://www.darkfictionfactory.com/post/dark-poetry-trapped