Trapped Till Death Poem by Wensday Wood

I'm closed up inside something
I want to get out of here but
I don't know if I can or if I know how

There’s got to be a way out I can't
Be trapped inside of here forever
What about everyone I care about?

Will people miss me and realize I'm gone?
Will they look for me and will they even
See that I’ve gone missing instantly?

No matter how hard I pound on the walls
No one can hear me screaming or see
Me calling out for any kind of aid there is

I crawl back in to the corner just waiting for
Death to come find me and hoping it doesn't
Take too long for it to be the one to find me first

Slowly I finally become unconscious as I see
The shadow of death approach me and it comes
But I’m not scared or frightened, just ready

The reaper takes small pity of me before plunging
The scythe it wields into me and pulling out my soul
That lay in pieces and could never be fixed

Judgment is made by him of my path of the
Afterlife and I make no attempt to change my
Fate as I walk down getting hot and hotter

The gates shut behind me and I see him silently
And slice my physical state into pieces before going
To his next victim of choice to send down with me