I Couldn't Scream (IP)

I couldn't scream, no body to run, no chance to get away.

For years and years I stay the same, long forgotten and rotting away.

Forced to endure the weight of the earth.

While no one remembers me I am doomed to smile for all eternity.

I am forever lost to the world.

Is this to be my fate? Slowly and forever descending into madness?

To be frozen in time, fueled by sadness and malice?

“I am here and I am alive!” I try to scream, though I do not look the part.

If you would just take a second look, there is more to me than there seems.

You can’t see it, but I can think and I can feel, despite my invisible heart.  

A/N The idea behind this poem is that what if a dead person/skeleton was buried but still had its soul. It could still think and have emotions and memories of its former life, but with no way to comunicate or move. Imagine how traggic that would be.