some people
now is my turn.
behind the walls we can disappear-
protection from the outside,
we can’t stop running, or else....
sink into a tortured past life
and i can’t want to...
but we MUST accept that some people-
they just get eaten-
and now is my turn to feed the demons.
even if our memories are fleeting,
the struggle never dies.
bite by bite by bite rips into my mind,
and at least we have them for now.
but i couldn’t tell you when it’s gone...
look around fast- don't miss this one!
opportunity: knocking, pounding,
even clawing at the unhinged door.
only one stands up. with doom in his eyes,
he marches on to meet this nightmare's grip
and forever live in all his worst torments-
an example, but not widely accepted-
just for hurting the way he does inside.
he can’t have PEACE-
peace for one day at a time?
we wouldn’t trust it even if we had it.
peace for a week?
peace for a month?
peace for a thousand years?
maybe peace forever?
more?
NO!
it's not mine to have,
and should know better than to ask.
i can’t want it- i just CAN’T!
and never sees the light he has inside
until he looks outside again:
in the darkness, he shines.
About the Creator
⸘jason alan‽
:::WARNING:::
i am only responsible for what i say
:::WARNING:::
not for what you understand
:::WARNING:::
you may learn to be charmed by my [secret‽] discontent
:::WARNING:::
or you may not
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Buried alive. What a horrible way to go. Yazz lay there, in her own thoughts. What else could she do? She was hungry, thirsty, tired, mentally, and physically exhausted, and more than anything, she was bored. She hoped she would die of boredom before anything else, anything else would've been more painful. Like many people had, she and her friends had talked about what they reckon the worst ways to die were, it was a morbid subject, but it came up every now and again. Yazz had always been one to argue her point on drowning, others had mentioned burning alive, slowly and painfully bleeding to death, hung drawn and quartered, and being starved to death. It was strange that none of them had considered being buried alive, it had never come up. But now, she was thinking back to those conversations her and her friends had had, how could they have not thought about it? It took a lot longer than the others, you were completely confined, you couldn't move or do anything, you just had to wait, until your body was physically unable to support a life system anymore, which could take up to four days. Four! By far the longest out of all of them. She recounted some of these conversations just to try and pass the time, anything to pass the time. It was difficult to know how much time had passed since she had been underground, it was difficult to know anything. There were many things that Yazz didn't know, she didn't know where she was, she didn't know how she'd got into the coffin, she'd just woken up there. Yazz also didn't know what time it was, or even what day it was, she guessed at Tuesday, it was Sunday evening when she'd been buried alive, intentionally, and although it had felt like weeks had passed, she was still alive, which means she hadn't died from dehydration, and therefore it couldn't have been more than four days.
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