Buried Alive
Losing myself in this battle,Wounded, scarred, no end to this pain in sight.
Tired of fighting, yet still unwilling to succumb
To the misery enveloping me like a shroud.
Buried alive in this shallow grave,
Death refuses my advances.
My cries go unheard in this darkness;
My soul is forced to endure unrelenting silence.
I strike out blindly,
Attempting to destroy an enemy I cannot see or touch, only sense,
Like impending doom lurking on the bleak horizon.
Strengthless, broken, trembling in need,
Begging for someone to release me from the agony of being alone.
It's true what they say:
Loneliness can kill.
But....
Some things kill quickly,
While others prolong the sweetness of death's release...
And living too long
takes more than time.
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