Breathing, still able to breathe
Yet so cold, the chill of all evil has enveloped me
It is almost near.
Whispering almost soothingly in my ear
Ants crawling inside my skin
This is it, no wealth to save me now and no kin
With the sense of my hearing I detect the demanding beeping machines
And another demanding caller calls out my name but do they assume I can speak?
Fools! Unaware that you may be next on your deathbed
Unaware of how short life is and it’s beauty being only an illusion
Please! End the sounds of the fake hope of beeping and switch off the life system
My time has come, whilst I the fool was unaware.
Submission by Salma Ibrahim