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.
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So beautiful. I so relate. Thanks for the Twitter follow. My pleasure. ❤ Janice
I like this!! Can be interpeted a lot of different ways. Thanks for sharing 🙂
NICE PRESENTATION.SHOULD HAVE BEEN MORE ELABORATE
Our fears should be buried while our hopes should be kept alive. Though sometimes in life, it all may seem lost and buried but we are the only one who can keep the light we see burning. Very deep. First time I read it, it seemed like an invasion.