He lays and reeks.
He barely moves or thinks.
He is trapped inside.
He has no escape.
Why is he like this?
Why can’t he move?
He has no desire.
He has no pain.
He is calm. He is unaware.
He has peace. He has serenity.
He has faith. He has mercy.
He feels nothing.
He hears nothing.
He has no shame or regret.
He is dead inside and out.
Where is he?.... Buried.
©darkpoetry
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