Black Death's Womb Poem by Melvina Germain

I have fallen past the valley of acceptance
and landed six feet under
you see I lost my grip
when others were studying
delving deep in learning
I was playing the field
making babies
smoking weed
sniffing glue
knifing it up
a freelance lover
you can't touch me syndrome
now I'm laying under blades
fingers waving in the wind
the scent of wild flowers grow above me
while yellow bellies bloom
sunlight trickles down the cracks
my spirit lives
my skeleton lays still
I'm fighting to rise above
see myself in astral flight
but the shield above the earth
forces me down
I'm captured within it's grasp
am I never to be free

from my own captivity
held within the black deaths womb
wanting to be born again
is it too late
am I really dead