I have a friend who sometimes writes poetry and he asked me to create an image fitting for this poem which has a twist in the tale. I thought it was quite apt for this time of year with Halloween coming up shortly, so here it is ! I have posted the verse below, but the original is written over the image (without the ghosts) which I can still produce.
BURIED ALIVE !
Imagine in your thoughts, what it must be like,
To be buried alive, terror all day and night,
A suffocating space, with no light to your eye,
And your thoughts are in heaven, Oh God, please let me die.
Your lips cannot speak, yet your ears can still hear,
The beetles and the insects, can you imagine the fear?
Imagine the horror of not being able to sleep,
Distressed and tormented, in a place without heat.
Then there’s the terror, of not knowing how long,
You’re to lie there in Hell, no wait, that must be wrong,
Hell’s a furnace or something; this cannot be right,
Surely hell has real people, with Devils and the like.
In the meantime uncertain, how long has now passed,
It feels like a lifetime, how long can this last?
Will this be forever; am I locked in God’s jail?
There’s just one glimpse of hope, with this twist in the tale.
We suffer pain and depression, when life takes its toll,
But at least midst it all, you’ve still got your soul,
If you’re blessed, there are others, who will share the load,
Embracing your heart, when love takes to the road.
As quoted before, “there’s always doubt and despair”,
Could freedom be this simple, is the answer really a prayer?
So consider this now, no matter how you contrive,
Even hell must be better, than being Buried Alive!