Trapped

I am captive
i scream some times
Yet no one hears
I try and breathe
so consumed with the
pollutants of my history
I ignore the now
The living, the things which
have power to pull me out
of the ground where the
dirt is cold and damp.
Time is like a knife
a very sharp blade
as it comes around
I shriek and sink
into my own darkness.
They offer the candle
the other two but im so
tied by the chains to my ankles
in this cold black pit.
God is nowhere..typical!
Abandoned his creations, the
people he so left behind
who crave for the attendance
of the one he has commited
to his so called kingdom