Cracking Through My Ears

Sinking, alive

Where am I
This room is small
The walls are in so close
It's padded, bedlike
closed, sealed
I dont think I'm getting out of here

I can hear them throwing the dirt on now
Each pebble echoes
Cracking through my ears
The worms slowly slither through

I can imagine family outside
Hearing my screams
And thinking nothing of it
How ironic

That's all I've been doing my entire life
Screaming, pleading
Searching, seeking
For an ear to be lent
Prior to laying in such a bed

I know I was breathing
I'm certain of it
How could they announce me deceased
There was so much life in me

They must have assumed
I was merely a dreamer
With no hope of waking
How am I to prove I'm alive
As memories of me are sinking

This air is thick
As my lungs recycle it
This box is hell
And I'm its only inhabitant

Dead or alive
I better learn to find comfort in it
Because there is no escaping

My body will soon become
A captainless vessel
Left on its own
To fester and rot
With nothing to call home
Sinking alone

Reviews

[jenV]

Well done! From reading this, it felt like I was stuck in that coffin being buried along with you!