John Bliven Morin

Rookie (September 16th,1936 / New London, CT)

The Awakening Trilogy, Page 1 Of 4 - Poem by John Bliven Morin

I - Buried Alive

I am living, hearing, yet
Do I breathe? Does my
Heart beat in my chest?
Aye, louder does it get;
If I but ope’ my eyes,
Will’st find this all a jest?
Where am I? This night,
So perpetually dark
And so utterly black;
Not a hint of light
To define, to mark
Horizons, distances I lack;
I would move, but for fear
My fingers might find,
Rather than nothingness,
My confines are quite near,
And I should lose my mind
If rightly I do guess;
If I can but recall
Events that led to this -
We went to dine -
The Masqued Ball -
There was Luticia’s kiss,
Her proferred wine;
Luticia poison me?
I can’t believe
One indiscretion
Could bring such fury
That she’d decieve
At my confession;
My lady of silken locks,
Is’t possible that you,
In anger could contrive -
I reach - I’m in a box -
O God, it’s true,
She’s buried me alive!


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Poem Submitted: Friday, June 10, 2011

Poem Edited: Saturday, June 11, 2011


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