Between Floors

The box groaned, a metal sigh,

and then it stopped.

No light above, no floor nearby,

my sudden breath was cropped.

Three strangers stood, a silent crew,

the air began to thin.

Each tick of time felt stark and new,

where does the panic begin?

The floor light dead, the numbers gone,

a pause that stretched too far.

Just static hum, a broken dawn,

trapped in this steel scar.