Still Birth

~ Tracer ~

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 Tuesday, May 15, 2012, XXYYZZ (14) wrote:

gave me goosebumps
A former member wrote: this was amazing! What a punch - nice flow . . . xxoo
On Monday, March 8, 2004, Lynaes (914) wrote:

This is so hard hitting and sad, the first person point of view grapped me also. So endearing and effective. Nice work. ~L
A former member wrote: Good poem. The reality of this common occurance is well captured in its horror.
On Friday, January 16, 2004, stormtalk (759) wrote:

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 28, 2003, Drea (797) wrote:

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

Still Birth

~ Tracer ~

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