Something eye am sure none of us would want to experience in our final moments of existence on this earth... or in this case IN this earth. Yes, eye am talking about being buried alive. Perhaps even more frightening, coming back to life at your funeral as the final shovel of dirt has filled in the hole you have found yourself in. Imagine the panic! Hearing the muffled sounds of your loved ones, mourning, mere feet away from where you lie. Them hearing your desperate screams and lid-pounding frenzy, as you valiantly attempt to escape your doom. Makes ya shiver just thinking about it, yeah? Eye hope you enjoy... NEARLY
By Toneye Eyenot
A lone voice muffled through six feet of dirt.
Gasping for air between cries of despair.
The sounds of the mourners add weight to the already crushing reality...
This wasn’t meant to be.
With the panic, comes an unnatural strength.
With pounds and blows, the lid gives way to earth.
Now, all available oxygen has been spent.
To cry out now would surely end in death.
With one final pound, the lid shatters with a sound,
sending shudders through the ground,
up through the feet of those still standing around.
A mothers hysterical scream... "Dig him up"! She cries,
"Dig him up, he's still alive"!
Frantically clawing, spurred on by the pawing, then screaming in agony,
as someone’s clumsy fingers get chopped!
The man with the shovel stops digging, and stares in horror
at fingers that lay in the grave.
A girl fallen, her hand a stump, bleeding. She's needing attention,
their heads are all turned.
A hand struggles through and grabs a finger or two.
Unattached and sticky with blood.
With no one to help, final thoughts desperate, fade into dark.