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