This box is too short; I’m in a cramp,
needless to say, it is very damp.
Earthworms are crawling; moving in,
at least it is not a next of kin.
I cannot see without my lamp,
besides, the air is mighty thin.
In this cold drab box I lie,
left without saying goodbye.
I wasn’t in a hurry or rush,
to fill this still breathless hush.
Nor did I have the time to cry,
before hidden by earthy lush...
Copyright © 2008 By Carly S. Muzzey