I wrote this poem today and thought I would share it… Tell me what you think it’s about….
I’m down here!
They buried me alive in a stone tomb
The walls are cold as ice
Oh. There’s a shovel in my hand
A hole beneath my feet.
The sides are deep.
And there’s a shovel in my hand.
Can you hear me?
My voice is lost in the labyrinth inside me.
Hear me through my eyes.
Is that a window?
No. Just a hole to the less dark dark above me.
Less dark dark is still not freckled with stars.
Less dark dark is still not outside.
That was just a scream.
Did you hear?