Buried Alive

Buried Alive

A Poem by chimetime
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A poem I wrote reflecting on 26 years of age. Written due to a bad day I had.

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Everyday is a funeral, my own

Like a real death, I did not plan it

The funeral procession started small.

more and more followed the hearse

as time and age conversed

No more encouragement of youthful fire,

just assumption of a burial pyre

By the day, more people become my mortician

no matter my body's actual attrition

Gone is the debate of my potential,

only the mandate of my existential

The black cast me to one of three: pity, profit, pasture

The white wait and watch, their attendance contingent on my real absence

To be buried alive is to live as dead

© 2017 chimetime


Author's Note

chimetime
Written out of a bad day. Didn't feel like changing the ending.

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YOUR writing is powerful and ,, whatever u are honest with your feelings.

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

chimetime

6 Years Ago

Thank you Marilyn. That day did pass. One thing I see now is that this sentimental "death" does not .. read more
"No more encouragement of youthful fire,/
just assumption of a burial pyre". I am not talking down to you or minimalizing your pain, but at 26 I think you're making something of a premature judgment unless you're terminally ill.

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

chimetime

6 Years Ago

I feel many of the basic staples in life are available at any age. However, many things that I perso.. read more

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Added on October 12, 2017
Last Updated on October 12, 2017
Tags: old age, ancient, regret, potential, existentialism, youth, elder

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chimetime
chimetime

Seattle, WA



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