Buried Alive

The Dark Side



Who needs a wooden coffin?
Who needs a  concrete tomb?
Who needs a stone cold crypt,
When you already live in doom?


Don't bother with funeral flowers,
Or a life-condensing obituary,
For what I am living now

Is merely death's preliminary.


Don't spout off empty words,

By way of eulogize.

For I know all your truths

Of all those fulfilled lies.


No need to dig, a six foot hole,
To drop me down inside.
After all, who needs a grave,
When you're already buried alive?



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Glen Banshee's picture

I liked your poem very much. May be it's because it is alike to my own mode of thinking, but this poem has some keen insight into realities of life. And it is very musical.