Trapped Poem by March Nicks

Trapped.
A coal miner's worst nightmare.
A blast that goes too deep, too quick, too much
Bringing me to my knees.
Dust begins to fill my lungs.
The screams of my friends drowned out
By the constant ringing in my ears,
A permanent reminder
Of the greed that brought these walls
To their collapse.

Darkness.
The lights go out in an instant
I'm left crawling around
Trying to find a way out
only to find more black rock
standing between me and the sun.
I remember that I am afraid of the dark.
Tears begin to stream down my face
As I realize that I will never
feel the warmth of the sun on my face again.

Suffocation.
The air begins to thin
And the long sleep creeps upon me.
I close my eyes and think of loved ones
I hope they will never know
This kind of helplessness.
I pray they will never die buried alive.
As it becomes harder and harder to breathe,
The world around me begins to fade,
And I fade back into the dirt we all come from.