Buried alive

 

I smell it

Dirt and soil of earth

Dust and moisture

Yet no air

 

I can hear it

Calling my name

The steps they make

Turning away

 

I can see it

Closing my eyelets

All there faces

All turn to dark

 

I can taste it

Through thirst

Through hunger

Tasteless

 

I can touch it

Feel it as it leaves my body

As the grave embrace

I can feel the stillness of me

 

Lo’… what hath come to me

What hath God ordain

What causeth me this

 

Alas… ‘tis death I sense

Though not dead

I lay not ‘gaisnt dirt

 

Lo’ … uprais’d arms

‘Gainst white sun of dawn

Reciting the litany

 

Wake me up, or end me

Lo’ … I want not be

Buried alive

Reviews

[Moonflower]

This left me feeling tense and claustrophobic. Very well done

[Coyote Poetry]

Strong words and description of being buried alive. Would be a bad death. I like the flow and the wise ending. A very good poem. Thank you.
Coyote

[Aline S. Iniestra]

This seems to come from a very dark, tormented soul. What a way to plea, see, feel, and speak. Loved it!

[Sssss]

Hm... interesting theme and concept here.
The only thing i had a problem with was that it was regular english in the beginning and then it randomly turned to old slang english...

[Ruth]

This is dark but also enlightened to a degree too :)
I love this, a lot of internal wandering, claustrophobia in darkest hours, very cool!
xx

[M.Kilani]

@Nyida : I'd stick to one style as well but the change in style is intended when preying, the first half was some kind of awareness of subconscious, the other half is more like a spoken form along with prayer, a matter of change in personality, a state of schizophrenia.
thanks for the review

[Nyida Strong]

The change in style half way through really threw me off. I'd go either all modern or all Olde English. One or the other.

N. Strong