It's dark in here.
In this cold basement.
I shiver and shake,
On the cold hard floor.
Is there escape?
Perhaps it is a nightmare?
Am I outside this damned room?
Have I already escaped?
Am I imagining my chains?
No.
It's real.
I can hear them,
The demons.
Chanting,
Yelling,
Whispering...
What?
Echoing.
It's echoing in my mind.
Painful reminders.
Regrets.
Suffering.
They whisper,
'There is no hope.'
'No hope? '
I question.
'You're here with us.'
They whisper.
'You ARE us...'
'I am ME.'
I argue.
'Can I leave? '
I dare ask.
'NO! '
They scream.
'You can't leave us! '
They plead.
'You can't escape! '
They yell.
'You're stuck here with us...'
'Forever...'
They assure...
Assure?
'You've suffered just as we have.'
They say sympathetically.
'You know there is comfort in this darkness.'
They whisper a cold welcome in my ear.
'Come, feel it with us.'
My thoughts,
My reason,
My sorrows...
Mix with theirs.
I know they are deceiving me...
But I no longer care.
I'm stuck aren't I?
Yes.
I'm stuck in this basement...
Forever.
But...
That's okay.
I'm safer this way.
So I...
Surrender.
-SOH
Sana Olivia Hernandez
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-basement-3/
