Buried Alive
12 January, 2003
Author: LinzAy
Scratch marks on the inside of this coffin
Noone sees them - not even I
For it's too dark in here - I can only feel them
Those scratch marks - made by me
They've gotten deeper with each passing day
For I've tried to escape each of them
Buried under six feet of sorrow
Six feet of grief
Six feet of pain
Buried under six feet of my own selfish acts
Now I'm all alone
Noone to dig me up
Noone to open this coffin so that I may breath
Noone - just me
It's now that I'm completely alone
That I realize how important their friendships were
- Now that I need them so bad
But the six feet I'm buried under are all my faults
The sorrow - all the tears I've made dozens cry
The grief - all that I made dozens feel
The pain - all the hurt I've inflicted on so many
My own selfish acts - just that - selfishness
If only those people I've mistreated so badly could hear me
Hear my screams
- All of which are apologies
If only they could hear my scratchings on the wood of this coffin
- My scratching for a second chance
If only they could see that the old me would be left here in this coffin
If only they would dig through that six feet of such horrible memories
They would see the new life this coffin has created
The new me
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Comments on this poem/writing:
| everett (209.240.198.62) -- Friday, February 14 2003, 03:32 am Emotional poem, i was definatly feeling this one, and in a way i can relate to it. The words you put it in were so good. |
| LinzAy (64.12.96.12) -- Friday, February 14 2003, 07:50 am yea after i read it i was like wow...to some ppl this could be a really emotional poem, they may be able to really relate to these words.... so i thought it would be a good poem to put on here...glad u liked it Everett! |
| LinzAy (64.12.96.12) -- Friday, February 14 2003, 07:51 am woops! :-D i meant to say..."after i wrote it then read it" but i'm tired so o well!!!! |
| lisa (65.137.79.70) -- Monday, February 24 2003, 01:12 am i got the feeling that this poem goes even deeper than the heart...into the very soul...where their are things that no one, not even u, may know is there...guilt, remorse, empathy, suffering, pain and especially - regret. Good as well as not so good people can identify with this poem 4 sure. And the ending was kinda good...cuz in the end, the person changed 4 the better...;) |
| LinzAy (152.163.188.33) -- Monday, February 24 2003, 05:40 am Yea. Maybe these feelings were/are really there. When i wrote it though i didnt feel like i was writing it from anywhere inside...some of my poems are like that. But who knows? But i guess i mustve written from somewher inside bc i too can relate to this poem in some ways....... |
| SUNSHINE (168.184.78.4) -- Thursday, March 6 2003, 04:41 pm Wow. This was deep. like a darkness to the drawn to light person. Its just a different prospective. I too can relate to the poem. Its just cool to imagion your self burried alive. And i like the ending as well. |
| LinzAy (152.163.188.193) -- Monday, March 10 2003, 08:38 am Hehe...thankyou buddy! Yea....after i wrote it and then read it i was like "wow this is deep!" hehe...i seriously was though |
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