Alive Poem by Alesia Leach

Something as awakened you,
your bed is soft and silky too.
You start to feel around,
side to side, up and down.
Then, you freeze,
screaming inside your mind.
Your mouth has been sutured shut,
seems you have been buried alive.

That I have to post this upsets me:
My poems are copyright. I am sharing my
poems for you to read not for you to
post willy-nilly to a website, in
your newsletter or anywhere else with out
my permission. I am available, leave me a
message. Especially to those who change
the name of my poem and not give proper
credit. You should be ashamed!