I Am Burried Poem by Nero CaroZiv

I cannot coop with the fact that one day I'm buried and done with life;
I will be done with struggle, hate, revenge and strife;
For me there will be no more joy, and hope and love
And all the precious intriguing bustling ways of the world above.

With no further change long I shall dwell forgotten here
My kinsmen will visit my grave no more; pining woe and dull despair;
This place of coffin in solitude and gloom
A hell of dungeon and my dusty embellished tomb.

Nature, trees; birds singing in the forest gloom
At starry bright night the orbiting moon watches the earth in stare loom
I shall never enjoy a cup of coffee in a street corner where people pass
And observe the beguiling gait of a beautiful young lass  

End with no hope, no pleasure nowhere can I find:
The more it is apparent the more I am grown weary of my mind;
Often in happy moments of life I try
To gain a rest from this hell of misery,


And when there is one hour of an instance, of calm repose
To find a respite; an escape; a medicine from my woes, It was a pleasant summer's day,
But the prospect of final, eternal, dreamless sleep is not for me
Getting closer day by day to this fate, I am still in misery.


I dream of vast open meadows blooming in spring; a world so holy so true,
But then I dream of sorrow under the vile umbrella  too,
Of tortures and self grown yet fain guilt and horrid woes,
Constant worried embedded in me by my cruel happy foes;


When the sun was shinning forth with cheering nimble ray,
It was bright happy summer day
And I saw a little lovely fair skin child
Looking up into my face and innocently gleefully smiled.


My heart was full, as I recall my child days I wept for joy,
It was my own being, I was that darling boy;
I clasped him to my breast and he
Kissed me and laughed in childish glee; no more guilt; finally free


Sometimes I see visions of old days; starting when I hear a whisper sweet
A well known phantom of a girl with a soft voice my name repeat.
Her company well embedded in my mind, she stood whole before my eyes;
I gazed at her in mute painful surprise,


I thought she smiled and spoke to me,
As she used to do before; yet still in silent ecstasy
I gazed at her; my tongue tight;  I could not speak;
I uttered one long piercing animal shriek.


That deformed twisted voice; that cursed scream
Aroused me from my heavenly taunting dream;
I looked around in wild despair,
I called her name, but she was not there;
The she was forever, for eternal gone,
And I must now live and die alone.


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