The 5th Floor

My senior year of high school, some friends of mine and I got stuck on an elevator. I wrote a poetry book later that year and included this. Enjoy.
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"The 5th Floor"

Getting on the elevator
fiddling with our keys
heading to our vehicles
was Wes, JR and me

We stepped across the threshhold
Into the tiny ride
"Jump into the air," one said
it feels like you can fly

Feeling light and weightless
until we reached the top
the elevator descended
and then we heard a pop

From flirting with gravity
and jumping like a bunny
to a heap on the floor
guys this isn't funny

Jumping up and laughing
nor smiling were we no more,
for our elevator had just broke;
stuck on the 5th floor

Jumping to attention
staring at the door
Praying for intervention
stuck on the 5th floor

Fiddling with the buttons,
pushing emergency
"I'm stuck on this elevator,
someone please help me!"

"30 minutes - help will arrive,"
the operator said
We all looked at each other
huddled up and prayed

Talking to each other
this day would be our last,
Death was all we smelled
until Wes passed his gas

Then somthing shook the box,
like a doll of paper
clutching each other we screamed,
we're about to meet our maker!!

The top of it opened,
and through it came a hand.
Like James Bond in the movies
through the top to stable land.

We left the elevator
wanting to ride no more,
'cause jumping up and down got us
stuck...on the 5th floor.
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Hope you enjoyed it - I at least enjoyed finding my old senior year poetry book.