Buried

Buried,

I feel the weight of the cold dirt,

It was a bait of bold hearts,

To deal in fate and in hurt,

That sent shivers to all my parts.

Buried,

I smell the stench of death,

The bell tolls with each breath,

I claw the earth, gasping for air,

As darkness draws me into it’s deep lair.

Free,

My hand reaches out of that cold soil,

The light of day, I feel it on my hand,

The sun's warmth so intense, a relief for my toil,

A great reward as I found my way back to land.

Free,

The surface had such a bright glow,

I forgot all about the dark of the night before,

The light struck a brilliant blow,

Such of which brought darkness to the floor.

Hope prevails as it always will forevermore,

The future will hold its lore,

I will keep my life deep in my core,

For how can I live if I don't soar.

Hope,

For that is the brightest light,

Even in shade, hope casts away the dark.