I rather not shout, to provoke certain spirits
In gain of my own
Why should I dig more,
when buried things are known
Out there in the dark,
amongst the old monuments
Find my name engraved,
when you have lived your moments
I, for thee was once a famous being,
now resting in pieces not in peace
How could I, be happy when I got locked out alive
My beating heart wouldn't stop, and my eyes lived to see
Literally, suffocating myself,
as the way out was none to find
In this dark, pit of horror
even the sun, dares not to shine
The culprit escaped, however,
by dumping me here,
My conscious returned, but no one could hear
A pile of mud and heavy stones carefully braced
My nails dug in deep
and my breathing raced
In a moment, all was freezed and gone
My heart, my soul, my life......all TORN.
©sim
Fictional write, spilling imagination.
My apologies for my poet friends for not posting much on here as for some situation. But I'll try reading most of your writes as I get time and will atleast post one poem daily.
