Staring at blank spaces,
entombs me alive
seven feet under,
wrapped in chains.
Struggling to be free,
my body becomes
a sea
of blood.
Groaning,
frozen soul in caves of ice
worms and black ants
eating flesh,
Darkness,
A spectacle – of
ugly memories.
/rfm2000, dlsu
rosalinda flores martinez
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dream-227/
