Silent Terror Poem by Amera Andersen

it came to me in many a dream
provoking terror in extreme
a frightening thought as you will see
in many a dream it came to me

into my mind this thought would creep
as I lay down to go to sleep
a fear of being so confined
this thought would creep into my mind

it’s dark and silent, cold and cruel
a festering torture for a fool
internal panic that is violent
cold and cruel it’s dark and silent

not exhumed and buried alive
there’s no way out, I can’t survive
she’s dead and gone, they all presumed
buried alive and not exhumed

it’s come to pass so now I’m here
I scratch the lid in violent fear
a wooden box locked with brass
so now I’m here, it’s come to pass