Trepidation

Trepidation
By: Tyler Ross

Uncomfortably still,
I lay stiff and deteriorated 

with tightened muscles,
fighting 

the darkness seeping inside my brain, 

as I stressfully mumble out, 

“I don’t want to die. 

I don’t want to die.” 

Minutes later, 

the hospital becomes blanketed with black. 

Like anesthesia and sleep, 

my lungs tread life one last time 

as my last exhale is filled with fear 

and nothingness. 

Earth’s beings hold the proof, 

the proof I existed.