trapped

Reoccuring,
A deja vu.
it was real;
it lingers in the air-
an afterthough of my mind.
Trapped in an enclosed room.
sixty others awaiting this doom.
A man in tattered, dark clothes
speaks menacingly.
There are so few exits hidden
in the walls, the attic, the ceilings.
panic, tension, confused.
how long do we have
in this game before we lose?
He's calm, cool, collected;
we are his quinea pigs,
vulnerably and hopeless.
but wait, some one finds an exit
only to be impaled
by the fate that brings him to death.
Everyone is searching
trying to rid themselves of this hell.
i stand alone not moving
captured by the irony of it all:
How did this happen?
Why me?
"Who is this man
that tests our agility?"

Everyone is running;
they found one exit.
they are picked off one by one
by this mystery of a man.
I am left, unseen,
alone,
forgotten...

I wake up in sweat.
the room is dark.
the night is cold.

unseen
alone
forgotten