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Poem: Buried Alive
Another day comes to an end,
a collective of seconds, minutes and hours.
Once a vibrant beam of life,
now entrapped within a web of deceit.
A punishment for who knows what?
Tortured by day and by night.
No end appears to be in sight.
Good versus evil,
the unfairness of it all.
Existing without living,
crossing dates off a cell wall.
A corpse rotting away,
decomposing day by day.
No one cares, they do as they are told,
they've learned to look away and not be bold.
Glad it isn't them,
a duty, merely filling a mold.
Never to see the break of day.
Never allowed to be okay.
Joy in harming an innocent,
a sick and unlawful imprisonment.
Copyright 2012, Robin Grosswirth