Buried Below

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Buried below,
The garden bed –
Yielded by the soft growing stems,
The roots, swath my threads,
Eyes wide open, in dread,
Suffocating – in the depths of despair,
A coffin made of wood,
A cross piercing my tomb,
The weight of the crucifix; bearing my soul,
My grave, unmarked and alone,
As the sun seeps down below-
The burden fades,
Within the night – my heart stirs,
Beats in pulse and throb,
Spirits rouse – the boneyard wakes,

My soul shakes, the dead and debris, in languid steps –

I walk amongst the living.

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19 thoughts on “Buried Below

  1. Oh! My goodness!

    Suffocating – in the depths of despair,
    A coffin made of wood,
    A cross piercing my tomb,
    The weight of the crucifix; bearing my soul,

    You’ve hit the right tunes on the piano key.

    This Jennifer is perfect and so dark and deep.

    As I was reading this poem…I thought of this song.

    Please have a listen…you will love it.

    The lyrics appear as Trent Reznor sings.

    Liked by 1 person

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