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This idea was "inspired" by a writing prompt ("it has been 23 years since they buried me, hoping that it would be enough to kill me" ) and a Mexican proverb ("They buried us. They did not know we were seeds").
And since I could not think of a story, I wrote out a poem . It has been desperate to get out and here it is, not my finest, definitely can be improved upon but for what it is worth...
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Covered by the dark, dank earth,
The dampness closing in on me.
I can still hear the sounds of mirth,
Of those, who, in mud did bury me.
Tightly, my shroud, around me I hold,
Not a ray of light, my cries I swallow.
My bones are chilled, oh, it was so cold,
And feebly, did the flame of my life glow.
With time, the wrinkled skin I shed,
Still buried in the darkness deep.
Surprised, was I that spirit had not fled,
Even as the water into the soil did seep.
A sharp crack and into two I snapped,
Agony burnt through the endless night.
Broken, but I was no longer trapped,
Slowly but steadily I began my flight.
You hoped the earth would, me, a prisoner keep,
Oh, what a grave error, it was, indeed.
For you, who buried me so far and deep,
Never realised that I was a... seed.
My feet, the dark earth, now ensnare,
My arms reach for the sunny skies.
The winds through my branches tear,
Not even fierce storms can stop my rise.
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SIFAR...nothingness
PoetrySifar, the urdu/arabic for 'nothingness' Fits this collection of random rambling mess, Which for better or for worse, Are all in poetic verse. Featured in WP_Poetry profile - Reading list : Random Limericks, sonnets, rhymes, free verse and haiku...
