Six Feet Under

Bsd 

This is a guest post by our very own Sarabonne:

Six Feet Under and I'm Still Waiting

 

I'm surrounded by solidity & warmth, a womb that cradles me,

holds me, caresses me,

and moves inward.

I am claustrophobic. I am under,

where the light is stark and artificial.

I am six feet under.

Sitting in rooms with windows at the ceiling, waiting by tunnels that roar,

so much time I'm below,

below everything living & I want to tear my eyes out.

And I'm waiting, it is my constant, this creeping time,

waiting to arise,

to climb out into the light.

I am six feet under & I want out.

To see infinity, air & space,

flocks of birds floating in waves of sky,

to breathe, to be free.

And I am still waiting.