The Grave I dug.

The grave I dug wasn't deep. I could still stand, enough to know I wasn't fully gone, I don't know what to do. The ground feels mushy, my feet feel strange. Am I floating? Or have I succumbed to a madman's sanity? I tell you I am not mad. I am not dead, they have buried a man who does not yet shut his eyes to rest, I am Alive. I know I am, Tell me.. Do you understand what it's meant to be alone when everyone surrounds you? How isolation tricks the mind into shaping a reality where you are truly deceased, yet, it doesn't feel like it? A contradicting sentence.