The Elevator

The elevator stopped —
its doors did not open.

The elevator stopped —
its doors did not open
and I was alone.

The elevator stopped —
its doors did not open
and I was afraid.

I was afraid when I awakened
and tried to  figure
why this dream was made.

Even when
the fear disappeared
wat did it mean?
It was not clear.

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