buried

Trapped

pound on the walls

of this glass coffin.

 

Can't hear

 me screaming my 

 lungs out so loudly.

  

They aren't

  stopping the crane

  from laying me down.

 

  Below

   dirt falls on me

   hiding my glass cage.

    

Now dark

    beneath six feet

    buried to hide me, 

     My sins

    and all the wrongs 

    I have ever done.

    

 Never

     apologized

     or been forgiven.

      

Bring me

      back, resurrect,

      when I am forgot'n 

Reviews

[aspen]

i like this writing style and the theme of it, i especially like when you're mentioning being buried alive for all your sins because in some metaphorical way i can relate.

[David R Gonzalez]

I agree with the other suggestions. It is hard to understand when one thought stops and another begins.

[Jenny]

i agree it was slightly difficult to read; however, with a few simple edits, this will be wonderful. thank you for sharing!

J

[jason new]

this was a bit hard to read but it was power too, i like it