The Silence
A poetical piece to emphasize/attempt to detail the dying phase.
The once beating heart grew tired and fell into eternal slumber.
As it grows silent I can hear a breath.
A breath which was too the last.
The eyes became blind to the living world; no longer able to see what they once saw.
The silence that I hear, that is my own; consumes me entirely for now I drift silently into the unknown forevermore.