Staring at blank spaces,
entombs me alive
seven feet under,
wrapped in chains.

Struggling to be free,
my body becomes
a sea
of blood.

Groaning,
frozen soul in caves of ice
worms and black ants
eating flesh,

Darkness,
A spectacle – of
ugly memories.


/rfm2000, dlsu

rosalinda flores martinez

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dream-227/