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| | From:  Zydha (Original Message) | Sent: 10/12/2008 1:21 AM |
Having suffered a stroke 13 years ago, just lying there and hearing, but unable to move a muscle, the awareness of catatonic coma (the blood flow slows enough that there is no pulse rate readable) inspired this fear/dread of a premature burial.
The Carpenter's Box
Is long and deep,
It rocks and sways
No more to sleep.
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Muffled mumblings
Hard to hear,
Pillows of satin
Touching near.
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Obsidean darkness
Hiding the hand,
A scream vibrates
Tries to understand.
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Soil is shifting
Piled overhead,
Killing my cries, of
"I'm not 'really' dead"
(c) ZYDHA HART 2004
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| | | From: Zydha | Sent: 10/12/2008 1:24 AM |
I don't know what went wrong with my copy and paste, but I will need to come back to this... but not tonight....I am thoroughly tee'd off with trying to post!!!!!! |
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