Buried Alive!

From My Darkside!

Mike Hazelwood
My eyes gently open to a backdrop of darkness
Blood pumping, mind-thumping, senses awaken
An essence of fresh dirt and plywood engulfs my nostrils
Body twists and turns in this rift of obscurity
No shadows, only blackness eating at my existence
I scream, "Where am I?"
The tight chasm fills with unheard words
I scratch at my prison walls of wood
But, my fingernails break under the pressure
Hours go by, or maybe days
Who really knows?
Air now thin, overpowered from struggle
I lightly sigh, "Help!"
Only silence returns,
My plea unheard forever

Published by Mike Hazelwood

Mike Hazelwood, is a seasoned Freelance writer. He has been writing articles on the Internet for many years. Mike, has written articles for Helium.com, Associatedcontent.com, and CnnIreport.com. Mike Hazelwo...  View profile

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