Shallow Grave

A shovel full of dirt.

Every cigarette I smoke.

Every drink I sip.

Is another shovel full of dirt.

Our air is full of pollution.

Our food is full of chemicals.

Every bite,

Every breath,

Is another shovel full of dirt.

Yet I still eat and breathe.

Every day I stay inside playing video games.

Drinking, eating, and breathing.

Is another shovel full of dirt.

I am in a shallow grave.

And it seems that everything I do

Is another shovel full of dirt.

More and more dirt.

Piling up on top of my coffin.

The grave is filling so fast.

Faster than I want it to.

It’s surprising how shallow it truly is.

But there is no stopping the dirt now.

I have accepted my fate.

I lay in my coffin

Watching dirt pile up on top of me.

I have given up trying to dig my way out.

Continuing to smoke, sip, and breathe.

Caring less and less each day.

My shallow grave is my home.

I am comfortable here.

I don’t plan on changing anything

Or trying to dig my way out.

I don’t think I even want to.

-Shawna L. Ferguson 2017

 

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