Fading Away Poem by Jazmin Nakia Blackwell

In my room I stay
I think of nothing
My surroundings are full
But the space I reside in is empty.

These four walls can tell
nothing.

But the object that hangs stiffly
swaying from the ceiling can tell you more.

Hear the painful crying squeals
of the ceiling fan.

The creaking and ripping
sound of the wire.

To be in my place should
be no man's desire.

In my room I stay
I think of nothing
My surroundings are full
But the space I reside in is empty.

All alone I stay
Then I hear voices, and footsteps
all around me.

People screaming
yelling.

Hurry she still has a pulse
Cut her down from the rope.

Screaming, yelling
My heart beats are growing faint.

Then It all stops and
there is nothing but
Silence.