The Elevator Ride

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Does this make sense? Is it relatable? Who knows what my 3 a.m. mind is thinking because I certainly don't.

Lost Destination

I stand alone in an elevator

Its lights a dull flicker

With black canvas walls 

Descending farther 

Destination long forgotten 


The figure in the metal doors 

Stares blankly, hung loosely 

Rapidly decreasing floors

The lights blown out 

I sink carelessly 


Enveloped in darkness 

Waiting for the crash 

I close my eyes 

Wishing, hoping

To just remember 



Not a crash but a stop

Lights flickering overhead

Doors opening at last 

An attendant stands before me 


They had watched me 

Enter the elevator and fall

They were glad 

To catch the elevator in time 

And see me safe 


I remembered which floor

It was somewhere high 

I said I'd take the stairs instead

They smiled 

And wished me luck

Submitted: February 12, 2021

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