Perhaps this is the anguish the families feel doing their best to “survive” after ASWJ,LEJ and the Taliban have left them in a colorless world.Perhaps after reading this, we can empathize with such survivors.It is based on what I have been made to witness from childhood through adolescence and now youth.
I hope it feels like your buried alive.
A living thing considered dead.
In a closed casket of the coldest lead.
Heavy. Bolted. Nailed. Laser welded shut.
And you writhe and you scream and you kick and you panic and choke and then gasp for air.
And as they carry you on their shoulders may you call out a thousand times, in every nano second of a breath with consuming overwhelming desperation.
May you smash with all your strength against impenetrable doors.
May you feel so sick with worry that you feel your organs are going to burst from within.
May your heart if you have one, constrict until you can see your self turn blue and may it expand with grief like the waters of the world filled with lead.
May that weigh your fatigued body down to depths you couldn’t sink beneath;you assumed.
May you feel so nauseous with each exhale that all you want to do is inhale but you cannot find the air-you are short of breath from calling out for help that will never come.
May you break your nails trying to scratch on the lid.
And may each effort you made towards your sickening ambition become a lock with an indestructible seal with numerous locks upon it.Therefore no matter how many locks you think you have broken, may you have a minefield of locks remaining, until your spirit is broken and the locks are intact.
And that last sigh you emit, may it pro long your life with eternity,so there is no end to the amount you suffer.Or limit.Or time.
May the desperation never cease, only increase, manifold.
And the lowering in your final resting place.
And the throwing of mud on you.
And they are carrying you on their shoulders thinking you’re dead.
Instead you’ve been buried alive.
I hope the nightmare never ends.