The only question coming to mind is why?
I was targeted and now i think im about to die.
I was tooken while i was sleepin in my apartment.
Im not dead yet but im in a close compartment.
I hear noise above me as my body, i start to grip
Im breathing hard as i remember im claustrophobic.
It hits me as i realize im being burried alive.
I pound at this wooden coffin for my life.
I notice that it cant be night,
Just a moment ago i saw light.
I lay down as I realize im never going to get out.
Panic grips me and I start to shout!
Now im six feet under,
And I cant help but wonder.
Why is this happening to me?
Did I do something wrong? Did I do some evil deed?
As I lay Dieing, my life flashes before my eyes.
I never realized this was my fate, my destiny.
I didnt even get to say my goodbyes.
Im gone as I see my last breath escape from me...
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Written August 30th, 2006
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I would love it if you would enter my follow-up contest, Perfect Poetry. I loved your poem, and can't wait to see something new!
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Sorry but im pretty sure that everyone knows what im talkin about...thanks for the feed back tho...
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this is an ok poem, but the word "tooken" doesnt exist!! otherwise an enjoyable read.
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Thank you both for your comments.
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i thought it was great good luck in the contest.
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Bravo! This poem has wonderful rhythm, and flows nicely. I love the imagery here, in a coffin, being burned alive. Fantastic! The only thing that makes it hard to read, is that punctuation doesn't exist, making it difficult to figure out which parts connect to others. But, great write, and good luck in my contest!
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