Buried

I shoveled out my grave today

To make it easier for the few

A burlap sack beside, I laid

"Just fine," I thought, "This will do."

I shoveled out my grave today

My hands bloodied and black

Hidden blisters swell beneath

Amongst splintered wood's attacks

I shoveled out my grave today

The overwhelming smell of dirt

No headstone or plaque to hold my place

It's just me in a hole in the earth

I shoveled out my grave today

Into the burlap sack, I writhed

Itching and scratching fostered my skin

I laid down with the worms inside

I shoveled out my grave today

And asked a few to fill it in

With every spadeful of dirt

I felt the heavyweight drop deep within

I shoveled out my grave today

Because sometimes you just have to die

Before you are truly able to live

This is the end of my life