Born under a new moon
Bathed in pressure
Stuck within an earthen chute
Craving one second
Of glorious glistening noon
Normalcy
Fingertips touching
Bangs sweeping
Imaginings
Never meant to be
Instead I barely
Clawed my way free
Nails ripped out
Stuck in the earth
Grunting and groaning
Emerging like
The living dead
Walking arms out
Straight ahead
Filthy and pale
Wandering
Squinting
Lost in the sun
Clods of dirt
Falling from my hair
And still
I continue
Shuffling along
Down till present day
K.B. Silver
About the Creator
K.B. Silver
K.B. Silver has poems published in magazine Wishbone Words, and lit journals: Sheepshead Review, New Note Poetry, Twisted Vine, Avant Appa[achia, Plants and Poetry, recordings in Stanza Cannon, and pieces in Wingless Dreamer anthologies.
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