Tomb of Doom

I sit in my room,

I mean my tomb of doom.

Pondering and wondering

where I'm going to go.

I saw a crow and snow began to fall

so slow as if everything is fading

and aching, asking what happened.

But then the room darkened

so I bargained

with the tall man, appalled by my sight,

he began to smite--

me with his hands and saw a bright light.

I feared he might reappear.

Banish me  from what’s dear to me .

But it became clear to me but the tears

began to multiply and my fears began to endure and insure.

My insanity of being in this room  or tomb.

I might fail and grow frail,

so I’ll leave a trail.

Save me from this torture inside my mind.

The missing pieces you may find.

How it got this way

What they will say makes me afraid.

Saying it was all my fault,

and throw me inside of a vault.

To dissolve like salt.

I may have to flee

or plea.

To run away from this cage,

in  rage

of this misfortune.

Now  I am free,

To see myself in ease