Buried

Shadows of unfulfilled fate On the wall of my mind Hugely drawn, awaken my spirit On foamy bed, wild and soft Lost in hush soliloquize, I lay Stomach plastered to the earth, As I watch the crave for breathe Of mummies living in the home Build six feet below earth surface With no response to their thunderous scream And my ears deaden By the whispers of whisht Breaking the border of gloom While in vain struggle for rebirth. Despite the dread encompassing every step, I stroll down the quiet dark street Of my thought without second thought. It’s a quiet place, Like a yard of graves Filled with a thousand tenants In horrible camouflage, all but dumb.