Buried

A prison of my own design
A hole beneath the ground
Clawing desperately, trying to reach the surface
The higher I climb, the farther I fall
They surround me now
Smiling, laughing, nescient of the dirt being poured onto them
My chance to escape slips away with each day
Please, don’t bury me too


My second attempt at poetry writing, this time in free form.

Poetry

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