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 brought life after this death?
Who was it who brought spring after winters birth?
Let them all die and die in silence.
Let them all slide and slip away from violence.
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 cannot forget the face of the person who put me here. Robert Simmons.
I must accept that this is my home now and this is the state in which my body will perish.
Motionless and speechless, my tears have their own mind and flow continuously.
My fighting feels useless.
Noone hears me.
He told the lie that I took my own life and no matter how much I called for help, noone listened.
So here I am, forever in this casket.
My soul dead, body alive, but slowly dying.
I fall asleep wishing for peace and this nightmare to end until I wake up and live it all over again.
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 digging, scratching
my nails bleed as I push the last bit of dirt out of my way
my body frail and tired
I pull myself from the earth as if to be reborn
my ribs and various body parts ache
I lay in the stillness of the night
bare against the ground so limp
closing my eyes and taking small deep breaths
my thoughts adjust to the reality
I say thank you to God above for your help
cause there is no worse feeling
than being buried alive.
8/18/14-Jessica Thompson
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 response to me was clean...
They threw me out right then,
tearing my heart apart; shattering my spleen!
Disgust, abhor and frown
has burried me deep down,
"Black Black", they call me so,
to prove me worthless and low,
not only did they dismantle my feelings,
they also burried my soul...
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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