The evil one has sealed my fate I am buried alive! Inside a tomb of hate and fear I tremble inside - I struggle In the cold, cruel earth I gasp for air, I seek the blackness
I am one with the oblivion Of empty places, Places I could not escape When still alive
They throw shovels of soil Atop my wooden coffin - Yet still I faintly breathe And squirm as I try To scream, wretched In a nightmare - Trapped in this dream
I sought the solace of this grave, But now I know that I was wrong
That not even death can efface, The horror, the gloom, and the dread Of this lonely place
Nor can the grim reaper efface, The blight of those who were born To be the outcasts of paradise
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Reviews of "Buried Alive"
Reviewed by *********** ********** (Reader)
Reviewed on June 26, 2003
Chilling....You know I love your work...Thanks, Dani
Reviewed by Birdie Houston (Reader)
Reviewed on February 10, 2003
Wooah .......this is deep I liked it !
Reviewed by Suzie Fowler
Reviewed on November 22, 2002
That one was a catcher. I hope I can look forward to more of your poems like this one.
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