Being Buried Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Retracing steps of a late night without wanting to, living in
a vacuum of talent while still being buried within a grave.

Nothing able to help or soothe the pain of what has happened
back then, wanting to begin over again on another dimension,
where nothing like this can happen ever again.

Realizing the past has been nothing but torment, now trying to
find my way again after thinking all of this was over and put
to rest, although never going through it like I should have in
the beginning.