Sally Nesmith - Alive

I look around and stare
at box i am imprisoned
from within...
its dark
its cold
i hear a sound
what for, i have no reason
to be in this box
where it is damp
they must think i am dead
for i hear whispers
walking and cries
and so many tears a' shed
why doesn't my family take one last look
open and see inside
for maybe then they could realize
that i am still alive.

Sally Nesmith

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