Decay

• Sally Stevens, Grade 10
• Poetry
• 2012

The cold and dark is taking me,
I'll soon be gone but I'll be free,
The wooden box is all around,
I know I'm dead and in the ground.

The dirt it lands upon it's top,
I thought once dead my mind would stop,
I here the sound of bugs and worms,
They're coming for their meal in turns.

The timber box is giving way,
My long dead body is their pray,
Their life is over if they don't eat,
My body mind and all this meat.

They creep into my slushy brain,
I hear them come but feel no pain,
My mind will finally be free,
This is the very end of me!