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Buried Alive

written by: Jenn Hope



Soft cold soil of dread,
On my face,
In my hair,
Black and breath taking,
Dampened by my tears,
Crawling with self loathing,
Growing heavier,
Overtaking all open space,
Earthy taste of hate in my mouth,
Blurry vision in dirty eyes,
Sinking all hope and care,
Comforting in my demise,
Tucked in by darkness,
Buried by my own hatred,
Burying myself alive.


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Jenn Hope

Jenn Hope

I'm a mental health advocate, writing prose and poetry to release and deal with my personal manic depression. I'm a mom of 3 and I'm excited to share my work!
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