buried in this tomb.

Feeling like I’m buried in a tomb. 
It’s as if it’s just me and these soliloquies trapped in this dark room.
Similes and similarities.
Vain vanities.

Down on my knees begging God please.
Save me from this freeze; cold sleep deep in my soul.
Cast me not from your presence.
Return me to the joy of your salvation.

Do You not remember?
It is I, Your creation.
I shall wait upon the deliverance of the Lord;
patience. 

Dreams of the old past, visions of a bright future.