Entombed Trembling Pitch dark After concrete thunder. Guessed what it was Spitting out dust In deafening silence - Something heavy Clamping my left foot. Supine in blackness Fingertips touching the void Shouting “Help!” then waiting Bawling “Help!” again... Nothing. Nobody comes. Time collapses. Dozing then sleeping, Sleeping then dozing. Waking to dread. Everything unchanged - Inky and noiseless. Left foot pulsing To thoughts of water Cool cascades And wailing “Help!” once more - Aching for tiny sounds of rescue When only This hollow silence Remains. ⦿ Please consider donating to the Turkey-Syria Earthquake Appeal. Here in Great Britain go to The Disasters Emergency Committee to donate. Citizens of other countries can easily find suitable charity sites online. If we all do a little to help, we can build a mountain of money to assist the desperate people left behind. from Yorkshire Pudding https://ift.tt/bh8JMlm