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Still Birth

I am only in my infancy
Rolling over in my grave
While struggling to breath
This residue conceals my eyes
This cord strangles my thoughts
This disease infects my body
This dirt buries my will
Shovel me out of this cavern
This dwelling caving in
The ceiling is giving way
...and I am still dead

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On Monday December 27th, 2004, frozen (741) writes:

this was amazing! What a punch - nice flow . . . xxoo

On Saturday September 18th, 2004, Twilight (2084) writes:

kinda makes me wanna crawl out of my skin. defame my own self control...i couldnt hold onto this for too long.

On Monday March 8th, 2004, Lynaes (1109) writes:

This is so hard hitting and sad, the first person point of view grapped me also. So endearing and effective. Nice work. ~L

On Sunday March 7th, 2004, An Expired Member (8) writes:

Good poem. The reality of this common occurance is well captured in its horror.

On Friday January 16th, 2004, stormtalk (881) writes:

Ahh, the title of this sucked me in, then the first-person point of view drew me in further... and when your last line spat me back out, I smiled at the cruel cleverness of "still dead" ;)

On Sunday December 28th, 2003, Drea (920) writes:

such a picture. so short. yet, to the point and honest. wonderful ~Drea~

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