filling my tomb

I'm lost in here

this shell of stone skin becoming a prison I can't escape

slowly the waters rise and fear begins to overpower me

I scream out for air, wasting the little I have remaining

I can feel myself sinking, no rope, no light, no guiding voice

This tomb I made my own, carved fairy tales into the inside

stories of how life should've been and the magic one dreams of

I filled it with my favorite flowers and photos of those I loved

I painted beautiful colors within, now fading and flecking away

As the water rises I cry, never been one to give tears

but when you drowned trying to dream there must be tears

When you dying trying to find how to live and love 

there must be moans of misery and agony

My lament will rise like a cacophony until it fades into the night

Why can't I hear myself even now 

Reviews

[Jackie]

I sense darkness in this which for me is ginuine. So much emotion. Lot of heart in mind. Very beautiful. Really enjoyable read. Just a thought though. Up to you. Maybe could break it into sentences. Create your own style and build your own stanzas. Other than that very much enjoyed.:-)

[Diana]

my sister once said to me, " it's okay to dream , just don't forget to wake up and make them a reality"
this made me think of that. How we imprison ourselves and then cry out for help. who's gonna hear you when you , yourself can't hear yourself? make yourself be heard but first , hear yourself. I love it . I might be interpreting it differently but I can relate . good stuff.