Sunday, September 25, 2011

The Cellar

"There's someone out there,"
Says the child
In that dark,
Dirty, cramped place.
All’s over,
And you hear nothing.
For it’s all over.
Down in a cellar,
You remain as dust.
As if to be called,
To be cleaned up again.
I proceed forward,
Up the stairs,
We came down through.
And lifted the weight,
That shut as down.
It turns out,
Everything’s all right.
I cry out,
Even thought the voice,
Isn’t clear,
“Praise be to God,
We are in heaven!”

1 comment:

Kalyan said...

lovely words...nicely crafted lines!