Buried

I tried to look up but the black was blinding
Tried to move but my wrists wore binding
The breathe came shallow and the air was sick
The black above me was heated and thick

I wanted to scream but my lips were sealed
Wanted to rise from where I kneeled
I couldn't move and I could not scream
Couldn't pretend that this was a dream

Escape, I told myself, I must escape
In my head, plan started to shape
If I could untie my wrists then I could...
I could escape? But oh, I never would

Buried alive, yes this is how I died
For a true escape, I just never tried

The Fox Who Didn't Stop

The fox was in the field, I could only see its tail
I sat on a rock, fingers braced and cheeks pale
It began to move, to creep through the grass
Did it come to me or did it mean to pass?

First I waited, pulse tired and contracting
Watching the tail with my eyes exacting
Then it stopped, stopped and raised its head
It looked at me, and I would that I'd said:

"This field, you know, it belongs to me too
Don't think that I'm just waiting here for you!"
But instead, my hopefull eyes just sat gleaming
He shook his head, rife with dire meaning

"You shouldn't wait, I'm not here for you
The words I speak now, they were already true"

Lake Sinking

The lake floor was sinking in 

My ankles were slinking in 

Now it came to my knees 

Licking my skin like a breeze 

Now my hips were submerged 

As life and death converged

At last I could feel the pain 

Burn me down like acid rain 

Finally with my head in the lake 

I felt death begin to take

I had gone, you see, to drown 

Blonde curls gone down, down, down

At last even swirling forsook me

My corpse froze, staring vaguely

The Man at the Door

I heard a knock knock at my door

Heard the creaking of the floor

I rose and neared it steadily

My heart beating dreadfully

The man had come, had come for me 

I saw the door but couldn’t see

With pupils large and unseeing 

I Forgot I should be fleeing

Slowly my lips drew in breathe 

As I stared, stared down death

Should I run, jump out the window? 

I debated...I was too slow

He shot the door, he shot it down 

I screamed, but I made no sound

When Goodbye is Coming

It was morning and he lay sleeping

The gray sky fell through the curtain

All the silence I kept keeping

It's best if he rests, I was certain

So I rose like a silent ghost

Pulled the curls back with a tie

Headed along out to the coast

He could sleep, but not, not I

The coming clouds darken the path

Sweating thoughts away away

I was awaiting the silly girl wrath

At the closing of the next day

I don’t listen, oh I never listen

But my sweat takes on this sorrowed glisten

a-leaking heart

I saw your face that wasn’t there 

Saw it hang in empty air  

As you walked away  

Strode into the gray

Your name bitter hung  

On my stricken tongue 

Burnt sick by hope  

Too broken to cope

So again I must learn 

You’ll never return 

You left long ago  

You had places to go!

From afar I heard you speak 

My poor heart went a-leak

Their Golden God

I once heard a story

Of long rotted glory

Perhaps it is true

Perhaps a fancy they drew

From a long lost age

With skin like gold

They locked him in a cage

For he musn't grow old

He was their god

They had to keep him chained

Oh so sadly he would nod

At the homage they paid

He never tried to run

When the temple collapsed

The simple song he sung

As forever elapsed

Their god must never leave

For someone must always grieve