Buried Alive

The light wraps you up tight
in a fiery glow,
Lost in thought, standing there,
Against the backdrop of twilight’s glow,
Spinning around you a flair.

For days without sun

Can’t find the words, my friend,
Alone in this dead-of-night scene,
Filled with burning thoughts that never end,
Inheritor of a day that’s been.

Buried six feet deep

A branch drops fruit, kissed by sun’s ray,
On your dark clothes it softly lands,
From deep within, darkness finds its way,
Emerging from where your soul expands.

You weep for breath

And the hidden parts of you, they arise,
A new crowd born from within,
Feeding on the sorrow, under azure skies,
A world full of life, yet tinged with chagrin.

Remembering sunlight smiles

Oh, you’re grand and fertile, bound by fate’s decree,
To the circle that swings ‘twixt black and gold,
Rise up, take charge, create what’s to be,
A world so vibrant, but destined to grow old.

Fingers raw scratching the lid

In its vibrance, there’s a touch of sadness,
Yet it pulses with the beat of life,
To be enslaved by such a madness,
Is to dance on the edge of joy and strife.

Then we die.

:: 03.31.2024 ::