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Buried Alive and Changed

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Unsteady breath, 

trembling hands, 

awaiting death

beneath land.

 

Buried alive,

no escape,

trying to thrive;

inhuman shape.

 

The anger twists

smiling face,

clenches tight fists;

now disgrace.

 

What has become 

of me now

is rather glum,

you ask "how?"

 

Anger changes 

person praised,

voice now ranges 

low to raised.

 

regret eats me 

inside out;

no life of glee,

only doubt.

 

Hatred burns through

veils of smiles,

scowls born anew,

seen for miles.

 

No words to say,

only hate,

as every day

faces this fate.

 

I look in the mirror,

knowing not what I see;

I step back in horror.

This thing is not me.




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