Buried Alive!

Buried Alive! Where am I? I can’t move! What is this that I’ve been put in? I was asleep and now I wake up in this? How did I get here? What type of Twisted joke is this? Who in the hell Would do this to me? What the crap! The top is so close to my face, Between me and the Top there’s hardly any space! What the hell! I can’t even turn around. I try to scream, And my voice echoes. Oh my God! I must be underground. I’m getting hot and sweaty. It’s getting harder and harder to breath! What am I going to do? What the bloody hell am I going to do? I have claustrophobia And I’m locked in this Freaking box! I’m trapped in this tight space And I can’t even move, There’s nothing I can do! I have no control over My body and my breathing! God help me! I need you, please get me out of here! This is the worst place I could ever be in! I’d rather be raped or Stabbed or anything Besides this! Get me out of here, This is my worst haunting fear! Who would do this to me? …and now I have to pee, I can’t even move my arms To unbutton my jeans! Oh well, now I’m pissing all over Myself. Great, I might die With diaper rash. The air is getting thinner And thinner, I’ve got to Calm down. I’m going to die Buried alive Underground, Without being Found. I’m going to die Without making The slightest sound! I’m withering Away, soon I won’t be Around, I’m fading away. Who knew I would Die today? Turning blue Without anything To do about it! Get me out of here God Get me out! I wrote this poem about my worst fear. I wrote it for a contest. I do have this phobia. When I was a little girl one of my older cousins locked me in a hope chest and left me there for hours. Finally an adult heard me and let me out. Since then I've had this phobia. I wish I could some how get rid of this fear.