Bury Me Alive

I awake to the darkness.
The smell of decay fills my nostrils.
A nightmare I just had makes me shiver.

I try to sit up in my bed
But I bump my head on something hard.
I gasped in pain.

I lifted my hand,
To the spot it hurt
And laid back down.

I turn on my side,
But there isn’t enough room.
I pause to think.

It seems as if my eyes are closed,
But I know they are open.
No matter which way, I still see nothing.

I hear sounds--no, voices.
So familiar, who can it be?
M-Mom?

Yes, it must.
I hear her nearby.
She must be outside my door.

I cannot hear what she is saying.
She acts as if she is sad.
I wonder why.

“Mom,” I gently say.
No answer.
I repeat the name I call her.

Each time I get louder.
Still…no answer
Now another familiar voice I hear.

D-Dad?
He also is pretending to be sad.
They must be together.

“Dad,” I shout.
He does not respond.
This is awkward…

Hmm, I think
I hear rain, or is it hail,
Knocking on the ceiling?

How strange this day is.
But it seems as if it is more night,
Because of the dark I see.

Intuition tells me that
My parents are no longer here.
I cannot hear them speak.

All of a sudden,
My stomach feels it is being dropped.
Lower and lower.

I am now frightened
Because I know where I am.
I try to move once again.

I move my arms and legs
From side to side.
But I cannot. I am trapped.

The air is no more.
My lungs call for it.
I scream with all my might.

No one can hear me.
Here I lay, in my own shadow
I now haunt.

The last thing I see
Before I close my eyes is
The darkness that I was lost in.

**There is a special meaning to this poem. I feel dead, that is what the burial represents, but I am still alive. ‘The rain knocking on my ceiling,’ is actually the dirt being poured over me. So alone I lay buried alive deep in my coffin. Hope that makes sense.**