Buried alive

There is a crack,

a crack on everything

that's how the light gets in

casting the smallest of rays

in this sea of black.

Shadows dance,

and rouse long dormant memories

like lightning they flash before you

only for an instant,

and then

nothing.

The light moves across the room

briefly illuminate the objects strewn around you

your treasures.

This room has become your tomb

buried alive with all your most prized posessions

and as the pinholes stream the faintest light

you remember.

The outside,

the warmth of the sun

the people

her.

The reason you've sheltered yourself to begin with.

The light,

curse that damned light for rousing you

for causing the flashes,

for bringing it all back.

Driven to madness by the faintest glow.

The longing sets in

you scream to be set free

but not a soul can hear you

your tomb

your treasures

are all that remain.