Buried Alive

Heavy are the shoulders of the one destined to bear the weight of the world, 

Under immense pressure as you buckle but never break, 

Constantly crushed until the clam cracks, 

Once concealing a precious pearl, 

Immobilized indefinitely fearing feelings this is the end for me, 

Eluding to the illusion,

That freedom doesn’t cost a thing, 

Searing shackles scar the skin, 

Connecting chains bolted deep within, 

High above your head is a globe you hold, 

Filled with dread unyielding and all alone, 

Locked wrists wrapped in wisps, 

Washing waves of bruised
knuckles and broken fingertips,

Tussling tides take a trip, 

To drip upon these parched lips, 

Encased in crystallized cold ceasing to survive, 

Desperate to disappear,

But I’m bound and buried alive.