Burried Alive

Betrayal is one of the worst to ever live through.

Lost and fragile,

I ran from them.

Forgotten in this forest,

My skin so brittle,

Ground of sticks and thorns,

The sky nothing but ink

Blending the trees into nothingness around me

No one will come for me;

I know they won’t.

A delirium of hope

Dwindling in the sounds around me

There is nothing left,

Just to die here in this place.

A place of emptiness and lies,

Forever gone in these woods

I lay upon this ground,

Broken and leaden,

Grieving as I slowly let myself die.

No one able to save me

Since they themselves have buried me alive.

Author's Note

This is an older poem I had no idea I had still until I found it. Tell me what you think!

Reviews

[Stormy Weather]

This is fantastic! I found it quite relateable. I really liked how you painted a picture of how you were really feeling with your excellent wording. One of my favorite lines was "My skin so brittle," because it was great imagery, and also conveyed the feeling of weak, worn-out, and on the brink of breaking. Quite a good read :3