Death of a Son

Noelle Hansel

Shaky hands clutch at the phone

Is this a lifeline or a death sentence?

The darkness creeps back in, where did my Light go?

The Door is closing and the window to my soul is imploding

There is nothing left to blanket my prison of a mind.

Would you lay me in your bed of roses?

I want to feel the wind down in the unseen Forest.

While the sound of my heart echoes in these empty halls I am drowning, trapped in my own body. I can’t take a breath. Mother mother, you offer no lasting comfort.

I am no daughter of yours.