The emotion of what it’s like to be buried… while the spirit is still alive.
As the minute I laid down
Stared at the ceiling and the four walls around me
Feeling it it’s going to close on down
I must be insane
Or I have died
Cuz every-time I blinked, I faced the memories I once made
There I screamed at the blank walls
So… I’d call it wailing walls
Cuz it echoed my screams.
Wailing wall…
Wailing walls…
Thinking of who I had lost
Or did I waste my time on them?
Oh… why did they betray me?
I muse be insane
Or I have died
Staring at the wailing wall
No matter where I look or turn to
It’s all around me
Or maybe my soul is just buried in the ground too…
There’s no way out
Nobody can hear the silent cries buried within’ the tomb
Also the cries from the people above
Please make them all leave
All I want is silence
So I’ll have peace
Silenced
As I looked up
a white dove flew by along the deep blue skies
Staring down and telling me in it’s melodious voice.
“It’s time to go!”
Oh well… I was beginning to enjoy the silent moment in the wailing wall…
wailing waaaalllll….
Oh yeah I am finally going to be free….
free… from all the sins on this cruel world.
By Lara McClearen- April 26, 1993
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