Screams bounce off <br />The scented pine box <br />A ringing in my ear <br />To no one but me <br />Light absent and abstract <br />Muscles tense and taut <br />Perspiration races down my face <br />Followed by salty tears <br />Fingernails raw to the bone <br />Air stale with the aroma of death <br />Inhaling acrid volumes of regurgitation <br />No hope beats like a bass drum <br />Squeezing the aorta with a spastic clutch <br />Silence, echoes in the dark <br />I dreamed I was buried alive<br /><br />Alfred Ramos<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/echoes-in-the-dark/
