This is almost TOO much Edgar Allan Poe. The fear of being buried alive, with all the descriptions of personal hell.
when i wrote this, i was thinking about something else and still i came up with this. but i like it.
this poem has a long story that i don't feel like elaborating on.
In memory of my beloved husband Stephen Dandy +++9/30/02
I don't know exactly how or why I wrote this...
It's so sad that things like this really happen...often...
...(sigh)...
