Asphyxiation Poem by Neville Malatsi

Dusk punctuates the ephemeral skies
An impending sense of the end belies
A lone figure in the suicide woods, lets go what must be released
A life waiting to be ceased
Submerged, she drowns
And surrenders herself to the icy depths of the wintery lake
A life forlorn of hope, perpetually fake
Lungs that grasp not for air but for love,
Always denied this innocent wish
She embraces her despair one last time; her lich
"Why art thou forsaken me, Sol? "
Her world always bleak and morose; her very soul
As her life ebbs and drifts away
The void closes in and beckons
What follows after death, do you reckon?