Buried Alive

Scooping up pickled feelings from a sour jar of hope,

Dropping them into a bottomless abyss.

There is no ladder for them to climb,

no stones for them to step on to escape.

 

Grab a shovel, pile on the dirt,

Cover up the bitterness of everything you felt.

Bury it deep so it will never be found,

Not even by a great explorer many years from now.

 

A sigh of relief comes heavily,

The bricks of the tallest building have been lifted.

Your shoulders are sore, but nothing rest can't fix.

And your heart is no longer wayward and yellow.

 

Close the lid, seal it tight.

Pour the pavement over nice and smooth.

Build another universe from the ground up,

And let the demons rest their wicked souls.

Reviews

[OTownPete]

What it's almost like a recipe for renewal of the spirit, so well presented. Your friend in words, Pete

[Shawna]

Thank you so much Pete! :)

[Joan*Eckhart]

This was amazing. You've easily created such vivid imagery with your words. This was very impressive.

[Shawna]

Thank you so much for reading and reviewing!

[Rhea752]

This was absolutely amazing. you have captured this beauty ugly picture of how many people cope with their problems. Very powerful. Keep writing!!!

[Shawna]

Thank you so much, sometimes it's hard to put into words how we deal with our problems. This is truly my escape. Thanks again!