Buried Alive

bleh

I'm being buried alive,
and I can't seem to breathe.
Where once they thought a smile would thrive,
only anger seems to seethe.

Everything is going to hell,
with no silver light to be seen.
Everything makes me feel like I'm living in a shell,
being a shadow of what I had once been.

I'm alone and nobody cares,
I'm the brave little girl that nothing scares.
I'm cold and lost,
my heart, once warm, is beginning to frost.

Nothing is going right,
it all seems to veer left.
I no longer even look for the light,
it's always left my heart bereft.

I'm shaking and crying,
I'm scared that inside of me might be dying.
I'm tired and weak,
the pride I once had, suddenly turning me meek.

Everything was going good,
up until I was feeling secure in my place.
Everything was going as it should,
then it seemed like I was running an un-winnable race.

I'm waiting with baited breath,
to see if what I'm awaiting, is only death.
I keep thinking of the all the fights I've fought,
looking for the freedom, that I've always sought.

Author's Note

bleh

Reviews

[Wolfwind Words]

I was always told as a child that there is always a better stone to look under. What I learned in life is that sometimes one needs to chose a different path before that better stone turns up.

I like how your thoughts are real and not puffed up to be overly dramatic. It makes your ink a smoother flow and more relatable.

Wolfie

[light and ashes]

I agree with poetic wolf about your writing. I like how honest and real it is. The feeling that you describe in this poem is very relatable to me and well put, awesome job.