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Warmth of winter

I woke up one morning, 
To the barren of trees.
The sky was blue, 
yet the silence screamed.

What was it that made winters so dry?
So cold, so blue, so lost of life.
The snow burried dead beneath, 
The trees cried their leaves away,

The birds hiding in fear from the rest,
The world only led astray.
Who was it who
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Categories: burried, absence, deep, grief, loneliness,
Form: Rhyme

Burried Alive By Robert Simmons

I live in a casket.
I was slowly buried under the earth’s soil.
My soul has passed, but my body is alive.
All surrounding me is darkness.
I am cold. I am in pain. I am helpless.
My voice has been silenced after a year of screaming for help.
I am running out of air.
I cannot breathe, my body slowly suffocating.
I
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Categories: burried, anxiety, betrayal, dark, deep,
Form: Free verse



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Burried Alive

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I dig from below,

the soil embedded beneath my nails

clawing, scratching...

Screams muffled by gulps of dirt

soil trapped between my lips allowing no air

my feet pushing the dirt back into the earth

shaking..twisting...

collapsing against the pushed in walls

can't see, it's dark

no way out

air supply almost used up

I see a small hole letting the night sky in

I keep
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Categories: burried, fear, scary,
Form: I do not know?

Burried Soul

Disgust, abhor and frown
has burried me deep down,
"Black Black", they call me so,
whenever they try to show me low!

If this is the world, where shall I go?
Has has my complexion brought me no friends but all foe?

With these burning eyes, I have seen,
how happy and pleased they have been,
when that white boy, joined their team;
their
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Categories: burried, black african american, depression,
Form: Narrative

Burried Bellow

Burried bellow
Is a girl with no soul.
Her eyes, 
Black with despite,
And her heart,
As cold as a winter night.
She cries into the night
With an echo of fear,
But her eyes do not 
Leak one single tear.
Burried bellow
Is a girl with a growing soul,
Her eyes now show light,
But her heart,
Still cold as a winter night.
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Categories: burried, hopewinter, girl, winter,
Form: Couplet




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