Sonnet Sunday: Fear

 I awake not knowing exactly where I am

Soon, I realize that I’m in some awful jam

Cautiously, I move, not knowing what I’ll find

Confirmation comes that I’m in a real tight bind

There’s only one conclusion that I can derive

By some strange accident, I’ve been buried alive

While on my back, I use my hands and feet to pound

Stopping often, hoping to hear some kind of sound

Unfortunately, I only hear my heartbeat

Slowly realizing there’s no way I can cheat

Scratching at the top, my fingers begin to bleed

Knowing full well there’s no way for me to succeed

Self-preservation becomes my only desire

My dreams are descending into this quagmire

A cold, hard fact is that I'm growing less alert

The lack of oxygen causes my lungs to hurt

Minutes ticking away, the end is drawing near

Now that I think of it, there’s nothing I should fear

It’s closer now, I’m almost over that hill

Embracing the cold, I become so very still