Tic Toc
The daunting hour of death rings like a school bell.
A waning moon succumbs to a dreary night sky
All my memories sequester my thoughts
The dawning of a new hour, quite possibly my last
Breathing slowed,
Lungs collapsing:
This must be a death that lingers
And I am fearless
Persisting that it takes me.
The closer it comes, the less I can withstand it
“Take me, you forsaken demon!”
Let me go
Leave.
This place is no longer my home.
The daunting hour of death rings like a school bell.
A waning moon succumbs to a dreary night sky
All my memories sequester my thoughts
The dawning of a new hour, quite possibly my last
Breathing slowed,
Lungs collapsing:
This must be a death that lingers
And I am fearless
Persisting that it takes me.
The closer it comes, the less I can withstand it
“Take me, you forsaken demon!”
Let me go
Leave.
This place is no longer my home.
By: Erin Lichtenfeld