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The Guillotine
January 11, 2016
I let go
I fall
Into the dark abyss
The coldness engulfs me
Slowly choking me
Finally,
I'll get to know the answer to the question I've long been asking
"What is it like to die?"
I'll know soon enough
I can hear them now
"She is insane"
"Stay away from her"
"Don't go"
No,
No,
No.
It can't be stopped now
Slowly, I close my eyes
I feel my exhaustion close upon me like the jaws of a monster.
My monster. Me.
Time is slowing
Yet I am aging so quickly.
As time speeds up
To make up what is lost
A final run for the last lap of the race
The home stretch
Finally my tiredness envelopes me
Bringing the clock's hand to its final stop.
© Tatyana Z., Norwood, MA
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As a child, although I was never officially diagnose with depression, looking back, I realized that I had exhinited some of the same symptoms of the disorder. Over time, my depression has faded but some pieces still remain. I wrote this during one of those times and I just wanted to share it with those who feel the same way.