Sequestered

Sequester: to keep (a person or group) apart from other people. A rewrite of one of my older poems.

A deep hole was dug in front of the lonely girl

Who held her head lower than her neck
With a sudden shove, she fell, spiraling down into the dark

The last sunlight dissolving into dirt and dust


When she hit the bottom, the pain dawning over
She made no effort to climb back again to real life
"I'll hide here anyway, for that's what they seem to ask”
And the ground piled and enclosed around, choking her


Would it make any difference, would anyone realize
That she got locked away, her voice no longer heard?
Laying under the earth, the mendacious refuge from misery
Why is everyone else blind?


Hear the people up above walk over the buried child

Feel their footsteps shaking she in her depraved world
Always dreaming of the day she will be able to walk again
Her face erased from the world, no longer to be seen


The memories of the light pound on the child’s crushed heart
But she remembers the silent rejection of voices everywhere
Hoping that someone will come to set her free
Yet remaining wedged in the deep, no one will ever know

The days are colder and harder than they were before
And even somehow past agony keeps her locked in place
The voices she can never trust seem to promise lies
Now she shivers and claws at her arms


Hear the people up above walk over the buried child

Catch the jagged pebbles hailing from the shaking ceiling

No other ever seemed to care, never noticed anyway

The air gets thinner as she tries so hard to breathe again


"Nothing wrong to live like this, I feel happy here."
Or so she would lie to herself with a fading smile
Until cracks split the sounds and the pieces left are stepped upon
Ah, listen to her ugly cry!


The child of the dirt wipes her tears on her sleeve

Quit fighting with things she could not see

And with one last look around

She shook her heavy head in shame

Then finally she died

Dusting footprints off her face, tearing at the roots above

A new child breaks the wall restraining her below

The light strokes a soul that gave up and hid away
No longer entombed but the treasure that was finally found


See her standing once again, running from the awful past
Hear a voice she did not know spill from her throat

No hands tied at her back, no quiet nods she would regret
The child kicked the dirt back into place and felt her skin warm

In memory of some no name thing

Let's leave now, try not to look back