Death

Sonnets, written for a class.


The pressing silence made her want to scream.
The leaves that seemed to hold their breath outside
Her window pane were waiting for a beam
Of light, or fright perhaps, to drift inside.
A silhouetted figure on the lawn,
Adrift in fluid haze, it seemed to float
Toward her frosted window, traveled on
Through drenching, swirling mist, a cursed boat.
The cold crept through her blanket to her bones,
The piercing chill of fear and dread and death.
The crushing stillness, set in solid stone,
Unbearable alone with bated breath.
Her eyes flew open, terror’s swiftness tripped.
But open eyes send nightmares to the crypt.



She went about her day like walking dead,
Exhaustion sweeping through her broken soul.
She knew it was beyond her own control
What happened in her nightmares, in her head.
But this one seemed so real, she wondered then
If it was more than that – a prophecy
Of horrifying things to come that she’d
Encounter in the future once again.
She shook her head to rid it of the thought.
Ridiculous of me, she mused instead;
A dream’s a dream, it’s not reality.
But as she brushed her teeth that night she fought
Away the terror in her lonely head
Of glowing eyes that stared amongst the trees.



The icy stare of death did not release
Her eyes from living terror as she lay
Awake that night; she longed for blessed peace
To kill the nightmare leading her away.
The ghastly hand commanded she obey
And touched her arm; a question caged within
Her speechless soul unanswered, with dismay
She cried inside. Her life was wearing thin.
As goose bumps raced across her freezing skin,
She wondered whether death was all that bad;
If dying seems so cold when it begins
Because the death itself is warm and glad.
The eerie figure held her shaking hand
And led her soul away with soft command.