Broken heart ...A dark poem

Blood drip’s down the side of my face

As I struggle to see

My heart beats a frantic pace

As I try to get free


My throat horse with screaming

As I catch my breath

Desperate to escape this dark dreaming

Cradled in the satin of death

Source

The heavy sound of dirt fills my ears

As my stomach twists with dread

For the first time I taste true fear

As I lay in my last mortal bed


Panic deep and real finally ignites

As I uselessly bang and pound

Desperate to see any light

Knowing I will never be found

buried alive
buried alive

Promises and pleas I cry

If only he would lift me out

Oh please god I don’t want to die

The dirt muffling my every shout


Sobbing in the deep cold dark

I hear him start to drive

Taking away his broken heart

And leaving me buried alive


© K.A.E Grove

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ahorseback 3 years ago

Lots of feelings in this one ! We have no doult ,all been here at one time or another and the feelings are the same man or woman. The worse time to be alone ! Awesome +++++Ed


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wayne barrett 3 years ago from Clearwater Florida

Wow. Harsh but well written. Sounds like the tone for a short story.


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Nikkij504gurl 3 years ago from Louisiana

A truly dark poem. I can imagine being buried alive would be a horrible death. Especially if claustrophobic. Revenge is best served cold. Be careful who's hearts you break.


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nighthag 3 years ago from Australia Author

ahorseback

this was one of those poems that wrote itself, I know I wanted to express the feelings of being trapped and it just took off from there :)

I am so glad that you enjoyed my emotional ride :)


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nighthag 3 years ago from Australia Author

wayne barrett

I've not found a lot of time for my short stories and I am finding my ideas are creeping into my poetry a fair bit, so perhaps my muse is trying to tell me something :)


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nighthag 3 years ago from Australia Author

nikkji504gurl

I'm sure after an hour of being buried even the best of us might form some sort of claustrophobia , I know my mind would break before I ran out of air... terrifying

but you never know how far some people are capable of going so its always best to be careful with those that love us, as its a thin line between love and hate

glad you enjoyed this my dark poem!


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Jackie Lynnley 3 years ago from The Beautiful South

Very good! I loved it. Voted up and sharing!


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nighthag 3 years ago from Australia Author

I'm thrilled that you enjoyed this, thank you so much for the votes up and sharing, that means a lot!


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SilentReed 3 years ago from Philippines

On a dare, I once went spelunking with a cousin, that's the closest experience of being buried beneath the bowels of the earth I have. It's a far cry from the macabre stories of people presume dead only to find themselves inside a coffin six feet underground. I think they would die from suffocation and tales of discovered coffins with their occupants breaking their fingernails scratching at the coffin's cover in a futile attempt to get out seems far fetch. Possibly only in the fertile imaginations of writers of horror...then again who knows :)


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Nikkij504gurl 3 years ago from Louisiana

oh yes, a very thin line, I know all to well. I had a tattoo idea awhile back for that I believe some sort of poison symbol in smoke coming out of a heart and love/hate (meaning theres a thin line between love and hate) written in it. but i have a better tattoo idea now :)


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always exploring 3 years ago from Southern Illinois

" Cradled in the satin of death. " Mercy, this was a tale of horror and i loved it. I have a true story to relate. My grandfather worked in a cemetery when he was a young man, for some reason, the family of a young woman wanted her body moved, when they opened the casket she was turned on her stomach and both hands were full of her hair, this was back before they embalmed people, she had to be burried alive. I remember listening to this story and feeling scared, yet intrigued..Weird me...LOL


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writinglover 3 years ago from Lost...In Poetry

Holy crap! I can't believe that I missed this! HP doesn't want to notify me of this wonderful work you penned! Wahhhhh! Well, I'm here now and, as usual, great work and voted it up awesome!


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jdw7979 3 years ago from Middle America

Great work and very dark, very telling. Kudos!


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epigramman 3 years ago

I am so glad to see you back in action at the hub my friend and I have missed you very much. I think the three darkest writers here at the Hub are you, Frank Atanacio and myself and I am ALWAYS inspired by both of you because you are both world class writers all of the way.

In this particular masterwork by you I started to feel uneasy and tense and out of breath and then you caught me off guard with that last line about being buried alive - absolutely fookin' brilliant , lol, says this adoring Canadian Colin and his cats Little Miss Tiffy and Mister Gabriel at lake erie time ontario canada 11:43pm and how have you been keeping?

I will post and link this awesome piece on my Facebook page for more readers to see


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ocfireflies 3 years ago from North Carolina

Simply WOW! This is the kind of poetry that I really relate to. Voted Up!

Best Always,

Kim


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nighthag 3 years ago from Australia Author

Silentreed

I've never been underground for any real length of time but I have a deep fear of suffocating, so it wasn't too hard to put that fear in into this piece

And I'm sure I would hit a level of hysteria that I would break more than a bloody fingernail or two...shudder


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nighthag 3 years ago from Australia Author

Nikkij504gurl

Ohhhhh I really love your tattoo idea :) it's a great symbol for the whole love turned to hate thing

I would love to know what you finally settle on:)


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nighthag 3 years ago from Australia Author

Alwaysexploring

That's my favourite line too:)

Ohhhh that's a creepy true story, the hair clutched in her hands... That's enough to send shivers down my spine for days

I've always been fascinated with these tales but your grandpas story beats them all !

I am so glad you enjoyed my buried alive poem :)


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nighthag 3 years ago from Australia Author

Writinglover

:) lol there are the occasional glitches with notification sometimes but I am so glad that your here now and even happier that you again enjoyed one of my dark poems, always so good to have you visit:)


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nighthag 3 years ago from Australia Author

Jwd7979

Thank you very much, I always try to tell tale with my writing... I am so pleased you liked it


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nighthag 3 years ago from Australia Author

Epigramman

:)

It's great to be back, especially when my favourite poet leaves comments such as these, :)

I have to admit I struggled to find a title for this poem that wouldn't give away my last line, so I am thrilled that you enjoyed it !!

I've also been struggling with writers block as well as a serious case of life getting in the way, so I've not had a lot of success in my writing of late, but its good to be back I've missed you and the others that make sharing such poems a real pleasure

Thank you again for your support, it means so much more than you will ever know


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nighthag 3 years ago from Australia Author

Ocfireflies

I so love it when others "get" my dark poetry,

Thanks for the vote up and the read :)


Ausseye 3 years ago

Hi NightNotLike:

I am claiming your hubs talented embrace just toyed with my soul and made me do it.. Sorry if it’s the wrong thing but not intended to be anything but my take on your gorgeous poem about dark places………….

And then the car stops with a screech of brakes

He knows about your hide away

He takes his torch and fumbles his way

A mission, a super goal and batman way

He slips on slimy floor board, long abandoned

He listens, no sound, no sign of life

And then he feels the moment strike and

Dracula is his souls, his heritage

He takes a spade, he calls a spade, a spade

And digs deep, desperate to show her light

The world needs her, he is engaged

The spade hits wood, thank passion

He opens the lid and shines a light

So bright, so beautiful so electric


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Lakshmi Murukesh 3 years ago from Kollam

Truly amazing. I love your words.


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nighthag 3 years ago from Australia Author

Ausseye

:) I am always so thrilled when my writing inspires others, this was a dark piece of murder and heart break, so I find your take on it very interesting, as I was tempted to make this with a more vampiric feel then I did. but sometimes the true monsters are the ones standing in front of us at the supermarket or living next door with a smiling face to cover the horrors found behind closed doors

again I am thrilled to have inspired you, thank you for sharing, I enjoyed your take very much


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nighthag 3 years ago from Australia Author

lakshmi

thank you so much, I am always glad when my dark poems find an audience, thanks for taking the time to read and to leave a comment, I love hearing from my readers :)


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Sunny River 3 years ago from A Place Without A Name which resides somewhere between Fantasy and Belief, just north of Reality

Powerful words. Such a haunting poem.


Ausseye 3 years ago

Hi Inspiration Of The Night:

Could help but connect when you talked about supermarket monsters ....how every true.... the people in the street are often most disturbing .... do LifeL.... and hear some real monsters!!! Love your take on life!!


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nighthag 3 years ago from Australia Author

Sunny rivers

I thank you for the compliment, I was truly hoping this poem would have an impact :)


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Eric Flynn 2 years ago from Providence, Rhode Island

That was intense. I will and must read more of your work in due time.

EWF


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nighthag 2 years ago from Australia Author

Eric Flynn

some poems just write themselves and that is what happened with this one, I have to admit this is one of my favorites that i have posted and I am just thrilled that you enjoyed it :)

thank you!


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foemeno 2 years ago from New York

I really wish you could have just said hopeless nothing else, it would have saved me the time i just wasted...


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nighthag 2 years ago from Australia Author

Well ...

Thanks for sharing your thoughts, my writing style is not for everyone but I am always open for constructive criticism....

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