Death Poem by May N

floating in the cool water
oblivious to the dangers of engulfing her
she stares blankly at the bird above her
a crow encircles her, watching her
but she goes unmoving, still staring

the waves carry her body farther and farther each day
she floats motionless, staring at the bird
until she finally gives up and submerges
the cold water engulfing her completely

the bird screeches but does nothing
it waits patiently, unnerved of watching another life disappear
she sinks farther and farther below the water’s surface
her eyes dead, no life sparkles within

what point is there to living without having something to live for? , she thinks
her final thoughts scatter as she hears a voice, so familiar
soft and gentle, it advises her, urging her
it tells her that life is not over
her time has not come, she must live
but she does not listen

she continues to sink,
the cold darkness of the ocean consuming her
she has nothing left of her existence
she welcomes death with open arms

above the water, the crow waits,
remaining to collect the one thing it sought out for
distraught that it had come to this
sad that such a young life was wasted

she stares at the crow curiously
memories flash before her eyes
of the past, of the present, of the potential future
children laughing and playing
a dog barking in the distance
a handsome figure wrapping his arms around her

no…, she thought, I don’t want to die…
she reaches her hand towards the surface, towards the light
clinging on her last breath, trying to reach the surface desperately
but it was too late…

Darkness swallows her being
the unknown swimming past her
and her breath escapes from her body
all she can hear is the soft thudding of her heart
before all is silent

she passes in the icy waters of regret
regretting all she missed out on
that she could not have the life
that she took for granted

the bird of death soars over the cruel waters of the world, watching
unable to forget the death that surrounds it
everywhere it goes, everywhere it looks
one after the other, …death waits for no one