The Backlight Burned Poem by Delilah Miller

Yes, I have hung up,
in
the darkness of the room,
'no' all around me.
Watching the cell phone,
the backlight burns as a spark.
Then the screen,
gives up;
as if a light burned out,
it is sudden dark.

It is the night,
again,
it is Over.
The porch light rests and the dogs no longer bark.
Pupils gap open,
wide fading sighs.
My eyes know it's the end of all things,
like the beginning I did not witness.
As I look towards a celing I can't see,
this darkness must be what it's like to die.