Such a Long time

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My body lies under the dirt
A corpse, cold and stiff.
They think me dead, by suppose I might live
Tied a string to my toe
To wait….wait…
No breath fills my lungs
Not a muscle moves
Yet I feel alive with the soil
One with the damp earth.
The bell will never sound
My body never will rise
But I’ll be here waiting…
Waiting for you.

So, the last part kinda sent mini chills down my spine. Just saying. But I really really really like the poem. Awesome imagery, and it has a very good flow to it. Next to all of that, I really like what it was about and how you put it into words. Great job!

Wow, I haven't been on here in a while.....but I need to know what you think about this piece....have at it!


My body lies under the dirt,
a corpse, cold and stiff.
They think me dead, but I suppose I might live.
Tied a string to my toe,
to wait…And wait…
No breath fills my lungs,
not a muscle moves.
Yet I feel alive with the soil,
one with the damp earth.
The bell will never sound,
my body never will rise,
but I’ll be here waiting…
Waiting for you.

I love this poem. It has great descriptions and I love the creepiness of it all. Although I don't get

Tied a string to my toe

What's that all about?

Keep writing!
Alzora

Haha- I was wondering if anyone would ask about that...Back when Edgar Allen Poe was writing, if someone was supposed dead, they would bury them but tie a string to their big toe up through the casket and up to a bell, so if the person was really alive, the person standing guard would hear it and dig them up. Sadly, the person supposed to be watching was usually drunk or asleep so this didn't really work well.