Losing Grip

Hanging from a wire overlooking the range.
Feet keep slipping on rocks near the grave.
I balance myself slowly,
keeping my head above the pile.
Bones all around me,
the wire unwinds.

Losing my grip,
Falling into decrepid coffins.
Sealing me out reality,
closing on my humanity.

Am I able to surface?
Am I able to rise again?

Locked shut from the outside,
banging out sound from the inside.
I can't breath the stagnant air.
I can't think..not aware..

Is it me or my environment?
Where are the friends I held so dear? Noone rallying for my salvation. I am lost & stuck here..