Dying

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I felt my fingers go numb
Then I felt nothing at all
My heart, it was cold
I did not know what was going on.

It was snowing inside
The flakes rested on the top
The heat could not melt it
It was like Christmas in the North.

I did not say anything
Nor did I move or think
I just stared, wide-eyed
Nor did I blink.

The moon looked at me
The same way I looked at it here
The stars twinkled happily
My eyes did too, but because of the tears.

Time was slipping out of my hands
So was control
It was running farther and away
I wanted it to go slow.

I was losing my mind
Darkness had prevailed
"You can't change it, you can't help it."
That is what my brain said.

I did not want to leave
I was just sitting here tired of trying.
I could not help it
I was dying.

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