Just a plain wooden coffin
Nothing fancy about it
Don't need to be recognized for what I am
I can feel the jostling me about
And the sun beating down on my plain pine box
It grows warmer and warmer in here
I should be slumbering like the rest
But slumber does not come easily to me
I am far too excited
I know the others laugh at me
For I am the young one
They've all been moved a thousand times before
I've never left the land of my making
I think I feel my heart aching
I wonder what the new world will be like
The dirt slides as they shift me about
I can hear the work mens shout
I wonder if they even know what they are handling
And if they knew would they be afraid
I sigh deeply
It comes out as barely a whisper
Must stay silent
Cannot be heard
I feel them set my plain pine box down
I close my eyes and drift away
Trying to stifle the hunger
The elders said we must stay inside
Not to be discovered
But I am so hungry
It must be because I am so young
Only a mere hundred years old
An infant really
I hold my delicate beauty and I will never age
I am forever twenty -two
I slip into a deep slumber
Sleeping away the hunger for blood
Until we land
New York the elders say is the place to be
A new world and it needs our kind
I don't understand
But I am excited to see this new land
And all it will bring for our kind

how in the heck did u become so good at poetry i like what u write its
free flowing

poet you write such great stuff thanks i love reading them

WoW ! Beautifully Incredible ! I have missed you ((Hugs)) D

WOW MY POET, YOU ARE HOT!!!

Fivespeed...dunno just a gift I suppose, thanks :)

Thanks everyone!!

And the Masquerade continues. Well written Poet.

Damn girl yet another great one you need to write a book instead
hell it could be a movie these are so vivid keep them coming.

AWEsome .. but then again gurl.. you write NOTHING less than Awesome ALL
the time :o)

you have such a way of writing these poems.. makes you feel like you are
there