Buried Alive!A Poem by David Lewis Paget
The air was thin as I breathed it in,
It scarcely filled my throat,
I thrashed about and I tried to shout
But all I could do was croak,
I couldn't move for the lid above
And the sides just hemmed me in,
When a tap-tap-tap beneath my back
Broke in on my nightmare dream.
As the torment grew,
Please Lord, not you!'
The sweat broke out on my fevered brow,
The terror grew within,
For hell was there in my bleak despair
As the rattle of death chimed in!
My wife then slapped me about the face,
'Wake up - it's only a dream!'
I filled my lungs with a rush of air,
And fought the desire to scream.
'And who's this woman, Elizabeth?'
She said in a sombre tone,
'If ever I thought I'd caught you out
You'd be coming on home, alone.'
I shook my head in confusion then,
'Not true! There's only you!
The dream is simply an awful scene
Night terrors put me through.'
'You'd better get to a Shrink,' she said,
'I've had enough of this,
For every night it's the same, you fight
For a woman you seem to miss.'
I went to a Psych, with no result,
I went to a Naturopath,
I tried to sweat out the evil in
The salts of a cleansing bath,
I even sat in a séance, tried
To find if a spirit cared,
When the spirit of one, Elizabeth, said:
'Remember the love we shared!'
'I know of no
I said, with my conscience clear,
It's only a dream that returns to me
Whenever the stars appear!'
It pushed the planchette back and forth,
And the pencil spelt 'Alive',
Went back, repeated across the board,
'You buried me - Alive!'
I staggered out of the séance then
Got drunk on the way back home,
The name had impressed my consciousness
With a vision of flesh and bone,
A vision of curling, darling hair,
And eyes that brightly shone,
A bonnet of blue forget-me-nots,
And lips that had whispered, 'John....'
My name is Anthony Peter
I repeated, twenty times,
I'd never been known as 'John', although
The name of John - it chimes!
I went to a hypnotherapist,
And asked him to take me back,
To find if I'd lived another life
In the dim and distant past.
He put me out in a minute, sent me
Whirling back through the years,
Laughing and mostly crying, I
Remembered it all with tears,
And suddenly there was
A famous lawyer's wife,
I was a poor accountant, but
I loved her more than life.
The lawyer was cruel and heartless,
His wife was a comely wench,
He'd wed the girl to impress the lords
And his cronies on the bench,
He slept with another mistress on
The darker side of town,
But wouldn't release her from her vows
If the heavens came crashing down!
We fell in love in a morning,
Would meet at a farmer's farm,
While he was off in his Chambers
We were out in the farmer's barn,
We wracked our brains for the answer
To steal her away from him,
We both agreed that the freedom bought
With death, was the only thing.
My friend was a brilliant chemist,
With his philtres, drugs and charms,
Who gave me a special potion
That would set up the first alarm,
As anyone could believe,
And while she lay in her coffin there,
The rest of us could grieve.
I paid for the grave to be dug myself,
By the family crypt of 'Stall',
He'd dig to a depth of six feet down
Placed right by the western wall,
Then I could tunnel from under the wall
And take her into the crypt,
While under the cover of darkness
We'd escape to our own retreat.
The plan was fine as a plan, it worked,
I'd bored two holes in the lid,
Plenty of air would get to her
For the length of the time we'd need,
I paid the digger to leave the hole
Uncovered for just a day,
By the time that he filled that empty grave
We'd be well on the King's Highway.
But then, just back from the funeral,
I looked for the potion jar,
I knew to get rid of the evidence
Before we had gone too far,
My hand, it slipped, the jar was smashed
It cut me along the wrist,
The potion covered my bloodied arm,
I was too weak to resist.
I lay as dead, to the gravedigger,
With none, he thought, to care,
So thought he would do me a favour then
By burying me with her there,
He dropped my coffin on top of hers
While she lay waiting for me,
Then heard me kicking and screaming there
And knew she'd never be free!
* * * * * * *
It took some time, but I found the crypt
And I hid for a night and day,
Chiseled away at the base of the wall
'Til the stonework came away,
The coffins were planted one on one
And I smashed the bottom one first,
Pulled the corpse from its hiding place
As it fell, old bones in the dirt!
And a sigh burst out in the fetid air
As a bonnet fell to the ground,
Covered in blue forget-me-nots...
But I heard a terrible sound!
A tap-tap-tap from the other box,
And a voice that I once knew,
Please Lord, not you!'
David Lewis Paget
© 2012 David Lewis Paget
David Lewis Paget
Moonta, South Australia, Australia
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