Buried Alive

She is  so near, yet we cannot  see her

Lying in between the roots  and  leaves

No more  pain, no longer  cold not  a care

Unlike  those  who search, her loved  ones grieve.

 

Fear  and terror  her  last feelings

Trapped  and scared knowing she was lost

At  first  she  begged to be released  but  there was no appealing.

Why  had  she smiled  at  him, her  life had  been the cost.

 

Only  sixteen  her life all over all her hopes and dreams

Gone slipped  through her fingers

Her  picture like an icon, shattered plans and schemes

She  is lost to  them gone  but  for now  her soul still lingers.

9 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Audrey Dawn - Oldest Daughter Redheaded Sister
    Mar 02, 2015 @ 23:54:38

    😦 So hard for me to understand, Willow. ♡

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  2. Jenni
    Mar 03, 2015 @ 05:51:05

    Rending.

    Reply

  3. sheridegrom - From the literary and legislative trenches.
    Mar 03, 2015 @ 15:59:46

    A Haunting reality … If only it were a nightmare we could wake up from.

    Reply

  4. johnallenrichter
    Mar 03, 2015 @ 17:38:33

    It’s so difficult – and I think tortuous – to spend time thinking about the horrors a young person goes through before being brutally murdered like you wrote about. It happens so often – absolutely heart breaking. Oddly I’ve been thinking a lot lately about why God allows such suffering, such horrendous things to happen to us. At the end of the day I can only reason that it was He who created pain, hunger, famine, disease, and death. I assume these things are designed for us to take notice, to learn how to love and care for others who need us- which is why I think we are all here. (to learn how to love one another) But to snuff out a beautiful young life, so horribly and tragically as what you described so well – is just beyond any comprehension that I can imagine. It doesn’t seem to have any purpose – other than teaching us to fight the natural urges to torture her killer when found. Perhaps that’s the silver lining – to help us learn compassion even for him. Christ did.

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    • willowdot21
      Mar 03, 2015 @ 19:11:52

      I do not know the answer either but I am saddened every time a young girl or woman goes missing my heart goes on hold. So often now we hear of teenagers or little children gong missing they are often well almost always found dead hidden in rivers or shallow graves and whether or not they were buried alive my heart bleeds that they died afraid and alone and cold.
      Maybe there is a great plan but I truly wish there was not one so harsh! Thank you for reading John. xxxxx

      Reply

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