Burial Day

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Death is meant to be simple
Straightforward
You die, lay in a coffin
and sink into the soil

We all know our
day is coming. 
Hold a funeral, and grieve
your loss till you can walk again
No one talks about
the death you experience
while breathing,
while laughing. 

Tell me why is
there a coffin in my chest
The best of me laying in it
My body pretending
It isn’t a corpse,
battered and bruised by
half promises and ‘maybe’ hopes.

Tell me why can’t I see past today?
It’s like, tomorrow doesn’t exist

My today is tired of 
carrying yesterdays mistakes
This coffin is heavy, and so
everyday I wake with it
sometimes hoping
that today will be burial day

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