A hasty burial?

The faint aroma of wet earth
The still sticky mud lining my hearth
Suffocated and choked is my breath
Exhume me, feel caged in my garth.


I too wanted to complain
I too wanted to explain
The tombstone did bear my name
But
Why so much of urgency and such utter disdain?
You could have shown a bit of a restrain
Hoped you would abstain
It wasn't even preordained
Remember
Even an insane feels his pain!