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    dots Submission Name: Little voicedots

    Author: TammyAnnBruton
    ASL Info:    31/f/tx
    Elite Ratio:    4.32 - 202/148/30
    Words: 315
    Class/Type: Poetry/Misc
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    dotsLittle voicedots

    A little voice screams in my head,
    Wake up child or you'll soon be dead.
    I struggle to become awake,
    wondering why my life is at stake.

    Awake, I now realize,
    my arms and feet, both are tied.
    Panic stricken through every cell,
    I can't scream. I can't yell.

    A little voice screams in my head,
    Calm down child or you'll soon be dead.
    I realize it's hard to breathe,
    I try to sit up. I try to leave.

    But, I cannot even do that.
    I hit my head, something hard and flat.
    I feel around ,feel nothing but wood.
    Buried alive. I finally understood.

    A little voice screams in my head,
    It's alright child you'll get out.
    Wondering how, I wiggle the ropes,
    untie myself but have little hope.

    I punch at the wood above my heart
    and pray to God to help with this part.
    I pray, I pray, I punch, I pray.
    Finally the wood gives away.

    A little voice screams in my head,
    Move fast as dirt comes down so red.
    I struggle and dig with my hands and feet.
    As I sob and bitterly weep.

    It seems like I will never get there,
    then my finger tips brush cold air.
    I push myself on top of the earth.
    It feel like it is my own rebirth.

    A little voice softly speaks in my head.
    You had faith in me, for you I have bled.
    You listened to me in your most trying time,
    a precious woman, so divine.

    A little confused, all dirty and bruised,
    I've been through hell, yet, I feel so well.

    Submitted on 2007-01-26 13:03:16     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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      I think this was a scene from Kill Bill. Minus the god crap. I guess rhyming helps this poem out. It really wouldn't be special without it. When most people hear voices, they go see someone about it. I guess that's why she walks away a little confused. I really wonder, how did she get buried alive in the first place? Why? And why does dirt come down so red?
    | Posted on 2007-01-27 00:00:00 | by solararia | [ Reply to This ]
      Hmm... Christan? Well anyway This poem i believe has secret meaning... does it not? Its beautiful if u ask me and had a wonderful flow.... I'm not a very christan person but i can relate to the end... i think everyone can at one point in their life anyway great write. xoxo ~ Ashley
    | Posted on 2007-01-26 00:00:00 | by Bloody_Rain | [ Reply to This ]

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