“Buried Alive” (Poem)

Buried alive, I love it
afraid, I’ve turned into
an undertaken workaholic
burned out, I am not
I want it, near, close
the light I see
I can’t be far from it
in time, I breathe, above I see
rows of long lasting blossomed trees
bear of overworked matured seeds
seams to seem
  it was all meant to be

A depiction of how I often see life: past, present, and future in a short poem.  I titled it ‘Buried Alive’ for many reasons, but I’m leaving it up for interpretation. It may have more than one meaning and open to different conclusions.

Photo By: Miiicha & Neruda

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