Bury Myself

I would bury myself
if I had the strength
to do so. Who will
give me a hand?

Bury me somewhere
by the shaded park.
Breathless, I am
running on empty.
Air is hard to come
by. There’s no mercy.
Estranged from love
I am a wilted flower.

Earth is my grave,
dark and unkempt.
Who creates such
woe? Am I alive?
I buried one leg.
I buried it shallow.