My eyes were red,
crying with blood,
as my bones started to creep through my skin.
my eyelashes filled with abandoned dust,
in a dark threatening stink.
alive but dead,
mistaken binds,
living off my skin.
longing for open air,
the coffins' door was long shut,
and even if i managed,
my lungs would fill with dirt.
with insects nesting in
my rotting, matted hair,
with mice crawling up my legs,
taking a nibble here and there.
unable to move my limbs.
i wish to go to the underworld,
i wish to die quick,
'Free my spirit!' i cried,
well attempted but merely whispered.
'Let it roam the world,
and join the family of nature.' i tried again.
my throat was dry with hunger and thirst,
there was no moisture in the air,
a muffled shout of thunder,
managed to reach my bleeding ears.
he stabbed me where my lungs were,
but missed my leaking heart;
saw nothing but blackness for ages,
but woke in this locked up case.
feeling like a zombie come back to life.
my throat was dry wih hunger and thirst,
i looked around in the darkness,
and saw to my surprise,
that a mouldy piece of white paper,
was lying next to my hand.
i turned my aching head slowly,
and heard an expected 'CRACK' at my neck,
then I managed to read the faded writing,
recognisable but i couldn't remember whose.
it read:
Dear Sabastiano,
I’m sorry I didn’t have time to say goodbye. You were meant to die like this. In mid-battle with an old enemy. A vision crossed me the night before. I hope your new life is the best yet and I hope you don’t remember me. I’ll remember that enemy of yours and kill him if it’s the last thing I do.
I’ll get your revenge for you. There’s nothing much to say since everything I’ve done has brought you harm. I’m nothing much to remember but you are, so I’ll try to be more like you and hopefully I will become a better person. Sorry 1000 times and more!
Love your wife…
The free verse poem ‘Binds of Mistake’ is about a man who had a weapon filled fight with an old enemy and got stabbed in the chest. Unfortunately his wife and friends thought he was dead when he was just knocked out and bleeding. He was still breathing and has lived up until this very day (4 years) in a coffin buried in a grave yard by his wife etc. buried alive, he has become somewhat a dead body with still a sense of hearing, sight and smell. His hearing is deafening and he cannot move his limbs because it is said that when you are dead you can still hear what is happening around you for a while after but his body and a lot of his other senses has managed to survive and stay half-alive. His skin and hair is rotting and his clothes molding into his skin; but, somehow a part of nature has provided a way of him getting a form of nutrition so that he cannot die and will suffer pain for likely as long as the world lasts and probably longer…
The theme of this poem is that humans never retrace their steps and usually assume the wrong. They fear the past and don’t make up for what they regret. This is how the most horrible mistakes take place. The dark side of humanity takes over and the dark side of minds turns out to be both sides… think twice and don’t give up on the things you’ve made a mistake in. find out where you’ve gone wrong and fix it up like Bob the Builder!!! J In a way this advice will be good for the students at Frederick Irwin Anglican School. Don’t just leave it hanging in your mind so it’s stuck in you forever.
This is partly why we seek revenge…
The personification ‘bones started to creep through my skin’ informs you that what you thought up until now as a dry, lifeless box of a coffin really comes to life when it communicates with life and nature-like a chemical reaction-it creates something weird that you can only experience when you are dead. So, in a sense, you’ve got something to look forward to when you die!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
