Poem - "Burial"

[behind_these_eyes]

Home sick today so I wrote a poem to cope with the agonizing bordom. Hope everyone likes it, any feedback is appreciated though.

 

I dug myself a hole

and laid down to await

A voice I hoped to hear-

a fictitious escape.

 

I glanced down at my watch,

and wondered where you were,

Assumed you were just late..

But soon I wasn't sure.

 

I heard your loud footsteps

And my heart skipped a beat.

I knew I'd soon be saved;

I'd heard my hero's feet.

 

I tried hard not to smile-

ironic, on my deathbed.

But as I gained my hope,

Something hit my head.

 

"Must be a rope," I thought;

Something to pull me out,

But suddenly all of my hope

had transformed into doubt.

 

I felt the grainy substance.

The powder framed in hate.

My smile at that point was slain.

I surrendered, now stone-faced.

 

The shovel struck the dirt,

Ushered it on to me,

And showered me with death

Until you had me buried.

[sisterlynch]

I love that idea of love showering you with hate, that is excellent. You are a very good poet.

[Protex]

Very, very, very, very well written.

 

Actually made me read it over again and again, very few poems can make me do that.

[i_hate_the_world47]

Wonderful poem.Bravo.I loved it so much.

 

~meagan~

[Gauchori]

lol I just like to say that its was very good

[under_the_pressure]

Awesome! I loved it. But I'm also pretty twisted...I absolutely LOVE IT!!! Great GREAT job!!

 

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