Buried Alive

I cannot take this silence.

Someone just take it all away

Everything seems so dark in here

Where is the light of day?



I gasp for air in this tombstone.

Tell a minion to come over here.

Dig me up from this hell of mine.

I hate this- it's what I fear.



Come now for I can breathe no longer.

I'm running out of time.

I'm sorry for all I did to make you suffer.

It was all just a big ol' lie.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This poem is about suffering the consequences.

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Brandon Miller's picture

I love this poem, it is remarkably well written