Death Thoughts Poem by Rachael Lee

Death is getting closer.

He has just collapsed my cover,
broken my boundaries and
destroyed my defenses.
There’s nothing between him and me now.

Only air.
Oxygen needed for life.

But it doesn’t matter anymore.
I cannot see, smell, hear, or touch him.
I can only feel that he is here.
My sense of presence is all that I feel now.
Being so far away from mankind.

Every year that has gone by,
Something has been taken from me.
First memory,
Then, sense of taste and smell.
When the year came that I lost control,
I begged him to take me.

Now, after years of losing things,
I have finally gained one:
Death.