Living Death Over and Over Aain.

I was gone.
But now I am back.
Back from my hollow casket.
Buried deep in the ground.
So deep that I could not climb out.

So as I laid there
motionless and still.
As I laid there and closed my eyes.
I realized that there was no way out.
And no escape.

And that I would not live past that day.
The air was gone.
And my body was shutting down.

I died and nobody even knew that I was still alive.
And now I know why I came back to life.
I had a dept to repay.
And I did.
Over and over again.
For six years I re payed my dept.

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rainbow

16 years 4 months ago

A Symphony

A Symphony Cradled in a mothers arms her beating heart he understands, like music to his ears. Its been that way for sometime now since he was small as a grain of sand, the rhythm of her voice, the soothing of her hand, stroking away his fears Small head on softest pillow lie and tiny fingers cling to the breast, fed and watered hear him sigh, his tears and comfort laid to rest. Dreaming, though she wonders why, so holds him close in tender fold Rocking baby bye the bye, drifting on her lullaby.

rainbow

16 years 4 months ago

Rain .A SymphonyCradled in a

Rain .A Symphony Cradled in a mothers arms her beating heart he understands, like music to his ears. Its been that way for sometime now since he was small as a grain of sand, the rhythm of her voice, the soothing of her hand, stroking away his fears Small head on softest pillow lie and tiny fingers cling to the breast, fed and watered hear him sigh, his tears and comfort laid to rest. Dreaming, though she wonders why, so holds him close in tender fold Rocking baby bye the bye, drifting on her lullaby.

Carchuleto

16 years 4 months ago

Very meaningful theme

This speaks out a strong meaning to us in that we as struggling individuals are sometimes pushed to our limits to where we do "make deals with the devil" and live out a cursed life of regret. Had we just the strength to hold on a bit longer we would have avoided such a punishment. I love it Skye. Keep up the good work. This poem speaks many meanings. I would just check over for spelling errors and look for any spots that may ruin the flow. Other than that good job. -Carch

broken_skye

16 years 4 months ago

Thanks you Carch.

I forgot to do a spelling check before i posted it and yes i agree some of us do "make deals with the devil" to make ur lives better.But in the end we find out that it doesn't make ur lives better but it makes ur lives worse.

poetryforlife

16 years 4 months ago

love this almost feel like

love this almost feel like ive jut live like this resently love and light by poetryforlife

broken_skye

16 years 4 months ago

Thanks

Thank you so much for the comment.