My Nightmare

It was a dark and gloomy night A lot was running through my brain My cousin and I started a fight And in my heart, I felt a sharp pain I wake up in a tight, black space I didn’t know what to do With a pitch, black wall against my face My worst fear was becoming true I tried to move, I tried to scream I noticed that I could not be heard I was hoping that this was a bad dream And from the outside, no one could hear a word I was carried away, like on a stretcher bed I asked myself, “What is this place?” I started to realize, they thought I was dead And being carried to my final resting place I tried to break free I tried to survive I gave up, and it came to me That I was being buried alive.