Buried Alive

Alone and detached
void of all feeling
I ponder the past
that caught me at last
crumbling bones 
darkened cold stones
crushed by gravity
falling apart
divided ten fold
memoirs of horrors
delinquently paid
dying this death
lying to fate
haunting seeps over
my ghostly gasps
this coffin of roots
choking my cries
clawing at rocks
ghostly visions
creeping close
screaming inside
I curse the dirt
my mouth
fills with
earth
Copyright © | Year Posted 2010

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June 11, 2010 at 9:20 AM
Hello Mitch, well now that someone paid this spoiled brats membership,, i had a thought once inspired by you I do recall the -dragon- poem of yours... Well it is no secret i love unicorns and dragons... And how awesome it would be to have a contest of Dragons,,, I would love to read the best dragon poem....Ha, yes i would rather read good tales in a contest than what is real,,,, Thank you very much Mitch for your words... By the way I can't wait to read your other Half of your poem,..P.d.
K. Avatar
May 25, 2010 at 8:31 PM
This is really nicely written, Mitch--really liked the progression in your poem, makes me feel buried alive myself! Great job with this one :)
Chachere Avatar
May 24, 2010 at 11:29 PM
scary.you make it sound so real, like you have maybe in a dream. im sure it's a very frightening nightmare to be buried alive ever in life. very good. -Always&Forever Lynette
Guzzi Avatar
May 21, 2010 at 9:58 AM
ohhh good one and I love the way the form dribbles down to the ..earth!
A   Avatar
May 20, 2010 at 6:34 PM
with my opp. this is one is not like you. Going to my favs. What an ending for your poem and us,..enjoyed,..p.d.
Kendrick Avatar
May 20, 2010 at 7:09 AM
Good luck in the dark contest looks like a winner...Keep the creative pen flowing..Thanks for stopping by and commenting on my work..Sara
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May 20, 2010 at 6:56 AM
Keep going back to the lines "memoirs of horrors delinquently paid," Mitch. Unfortunately, this is the reason so many live with regrets. If we pay for each mistake as we go along, they don't seem to come back in "ghostly visions" to haunt us. Very insightful! Love, Carolyn
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May 20, 2010 at 6:11 AM
Sweet! This isn't free verse, it's blank verse because it has a rhythm. DON'T insult this with free verse. Good imagery, it lends to the feeling of being dragged into the earth, gravity piling on the rocks- that's good. And when the past finally catches up and engulfs you, it connects it all in a metaphor. Keep it up
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