Unless you've been there you can never understand what it really feels like to be buried alive. I've done this short piece to say one aspect of it...
In the grave buried under tons of dirt I wait patiently to be let out. If my parents don’t come then my friends will and if not them then my wife, surely someone will come.
It’s not fair to be left alone for so long with no one to talk to and nothing to do whatsoever but wait.
I know I shall go mad if I am here for much longer; why doesn’t someone come? Surely they can hear me screaming?
I’m exhausted and I know my fingers are bleeding. What happened? One minute I was at a party, enjoying myself and the next thing I remember I was clutching my chest with a huge pain and I couldn’t breathe and then it all went dark and I woke up in here.
Maybe it’s a joke, surely it’s a joke played on me. It’s not funny, let me out now.
It’s getting stuffy and I feel sleepy but there’s so much I want to do in my life. I hope someone comes soon to let me out, I don’t like it here.
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