Buried

I found a shovel
And dug a hole
Six feet deep.

I jumped in.
Covered myself
With the damp earth...

I am drowning
No air to grope at
I am dying

The womb of darkness
Offers no protection...
Not even the silence of Death

I am Pain
With no eyes for tears
And no mouth to cry in outrage

If i dug twelve feet deep
I still cannot escape

The bitterness of Truth

The memories I have sought
To be rid of
Has come to haunt me

Followed me in deep slumber
Like an insistent nightmare
Something I so desperately want to wake up from...

But the tomb
Has entrapped me

Alas... I could not escape my own memory...

Not even the Death of my soul
Could quench
The thirst of my heart.