Fear: Dying Alone

by Maile Gaines

A skeleton hand,
Wrapped around my throat,
Squeezing tighter,
And tighter,
As my hourglass drains,
The last of its sand,
And the world turns to black.

Not a soul for miles,
As mine drifts away,
Sinking lower,
And lower,
As the weights on my soul,
Reach the bottom of oblivion,
And the world turns to black.

The timpani in my chest,
Normally deafening,
Beats softer,
And softer,
As my epic comes to a close,
Fate puts down its pen,
And the world turns to black.