Buried alive, my soul ground ‘neath my feet,
Twisting, turning stifled madness repeat.
Intense yearning, freedom only a taste I grasp,
I dig, fingernails reaching, a hold I clasp.
Harsh laughter, downward spiral my body drains,
Emotions that plague ramble forth escape my brain.
I scream. I cry oh what rage, a torrential fest,
And my pulse eases, slows, creeps and I lay to rest.
The end? Come. Yes show me once more,
Looking at my hands wishing to explore.
A moments lapse hopes loss I cannot forget,
Looking back, there cannot be regret.
I want to scream, throw images from my mind,
Bury the hurt, pain, anything I can find.
Shadows darken now, creeping through my soul,
My breath ragged for still, I have not reached my goal.
© Cynthia Clark