Buried Alive
By Tilly Rivers
The pressures of the world
Crashing down upon my chest
Can’t breathe
Can’t see beyond the next hill to climb
Buried alive
Ground is so cold
Holding me down
Holding me back
Silent words whispered
Call them prayers or pleas
All I know is that I need to be free
The weight of responsibilities’
Loud in my head
Can’t breathe
Can’t see beyond the next hill to climb
Buried alive
Ground is so cold
Holding me down
Holding me back
Silent words whispered
Call them prayers or pleas
All I know is that I need to be free
So tiny is the light in the distance
I might have missed it
If I hadn’t felt its warmth
Breaking through the hard cold ground
No more Demons of life trying to hold me down
Silent words whispered
Call them prayers or pleas
All I know is that they HAVE set me free
©Copyright Tilly Rivers, 2010