Buried Alive
I sit and wonder about the future
Am I cursed from reality
or has reality become my prison
Nothing seems right anymore
I'm feeling hopelessness
My mother and brother have gone on before me
I miss them so
Each day seems to drag longer
Where's goodness gone
Everything seems so gray
I try to pick myself up
But as the years go by it's harder
This prison cell is burying me alive
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I feel greatful to have stumbled upon your ‘Burried Alive’.
So much colour in something so sad. I hope you continue to pick yourself up, continue to write, find some colour in your own life.
You have a talent, that I hope that more people get to find your writings.
Your writings have made it all the way to New Zealand. (A tiny Country in the South Pacific)
Keep writing, I’ll keep reading.
Thanks,
Mel