Buried Alive My heart is racing. It would beat out of my chest but I can feel is creeping up my throat. The Gravedigger slowly shovels a heap of soil over me. With each heap of dirt the weight above me grows. He doesn't know that I am down here. Or he might, yet he chooses not to hear me wail. As the ground above me thickens, I continue screaming. I shout and wail, my voice now cracking and dry. My oxygen now running low, I am loosing the power to cry for help. I scratch at the coffin that confines me. The only thing holding me from my freedom, freeing my from death. I scratch away, my fingers bleeding and my throat sore. I can't scream anymore, I have lost the ability. I hear pounds of earth being flattened six feet above me. Hope is lost, my chance of breath has fled away. The earth has swallowed me up. The Gravedigger should've heard me, how could he not. It is obvious now that he does not care. This was his intention. ~~~