Buried
Buried - A free verse about depression
Darkness.
It fills every corner,
Every crack.
It searches for any ounce of light
And destroys it.
The cavern is submerged
In darkness.
It is too deep
For any light to penetrate.
Light floats over the top,
Awaiting any
Who are able to climb out.
My eyes flick around,
Searching.
There is no rope.
There is no ladder.
There is no way out.
The rain begins.
This rain is not cleansing.
It is not refreshing.
It is not even water.
Rocks and gravel tumble around me.
They sneer at my clothes
As they are ripped off of me.
They laugh at my hair
As each strand is ripped from my head.
The sands suffocate me
As the rocks crush my body.
My fingers claw at the rubble
As the dirt embeds itself
Under my finger nails.
The rain doesn't stop.
It won't stop.
Not until I'm dead,
Buried beneath the debris.
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