From Thoughts To Words

Nine feet less....

Six feet under,
Not so much different from my life,
Living in a basement tied to the wall just because of being different,
I see no difference between this wooden box I am now in
And the concrete prison I called my home,
15 years,no friends,no family,
The neighbours knew a kid was born in that house but they have never seen it,
Anyway,what would they do if they knew?
Even the Holy Book says we should mind our own business,
And we live in a church town,
Folks in church every Sunday,
Aren't they supposed to help those in need?
Anyway,I will never know.
For I am six feet under,
Under the feet of many who had no idea of my existence,
I could as well have been alive but they couldn't care less.
And from where I am,I see a lot.
See?
You might be wondering.
But yes,I do see.
I've been wandering this place for quite some time now and I know almost everyone.
I've heard words spoken to others like me,wishing for them to be back,but they do not respond.
Are they bored?
Did being alive tire them out?
Don't they wanna go back home?
At least they have a home they can go back.
As for me,what was and what is,are not quite different.
I was at home there and this is just a continuation.
Only the distance has reduced.
There it was fifteen feet under,here it's six.
' Things will get better ' I heard.
Well,for me it did.
Nine feet less,and I am living my best life now.