Beyond The Trapdoor

by: Ivor Steven Beyond The Trapdoor I’ve been there so often I’ve lost my fear, gone, forgotten The darkest abyss Under a cobble-stoned crest Opening into a gloomy manhole Trapdoor to the soul Below the floor My elbows do score Over dried out soil Beneath sticky cobweb curtains Fingernails claw my way Toes pushing against crumbled clay No space, dusty tears No air, dirt I chew Shouldering under bearers Squeezing, I burst through I’m here, there’s a job to do I begin searching for you