I woke up one day in a coffin
all alone,
darkness so heavy,
like a weight on my chest.
Suffocating,
struggling for every breath.
Frightened, alone.
Begging for my:
release,
life,
sanity.
I must escape.
What have I gotten myself into?
How do I...
get away,
hold onto my strength,
my mind?
I must be free.
The pain is too great,
I'm suffocating,
I'm overwhelmed,
I'm consumed.
I must escape...
no matter the cost.
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such a concept is so scary, I don't even like thinking about it... Nicely written by the way.