joyce ebrecht


Buried Alive - Poem by joyce ebrecht

Sometimes I'd like to dig a hole deep into the ground
And pull the dirt in over me
and stay buried safe and sound.....

It wouldn't make a difference
And I don't think that I'd be missed
There are some who would be better off
If I just did not exist.....

I am not what you bargained for,
when you came into my life
You wanted to find happiness
Instead I bring you strife.....

Often times I cause more trouble than I'm worth
I'd be better off in heaven than I am here on earth.....

I need to face the fact that I'm reaping what I've sown
There is nothing I deserve, except to be alone.....

Sometimes I'd like to dig a hole deep into the ground
And pull the dirt in over me
and stay buried safe and sound.....

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Poem Submitted: Monday, August 28, 2006

Poem Edited: Saturday, August 28, 2010


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