Resurrection

Left for dead,Under the rotten soil,Surrounded by filth,In an utter state of turmoil,My eyes are open,But I couldn't see a thing,Lying inside a wooden block,Some nails underneath that sting,I'm not able to move,But somehow there's a motion,Involuntary, autonomous, confusing,Is it the work of some magic potion?I hear no breath,I feel no air,But there's a faint … Continue reading Resurrection