By Holly J. Moore
Alone, cold, in the darkness, and. In a panic of fear! I try to clawing my way out, my breaking nails clean off..the air is getting thinner! I punch the casing of my tomb, I scream as loud as I can but nobody hears me! I scream,claw,kicking and am bleeding! Nails bent back and broken off...I am mistaken for dead...! I lay there about to just give up,when I hear a sound its not on the inside. It coming from the outside! I'm to weak to scream help me!...then I hear hello r u in there? Then I lift my hands,I start to pound anx kick my feet as hard as I could the voice say we got a live one over here. I feel the whole casket move...I'm being picked up and out of the hole that held my tomb,but I am already dead.
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*~Book of poems~*
Poetrythese r poems I wrote some r sad some r confessing and some will leave you thinking. I hope u enjoy these cuz they cam from my heart
