Dead Within

• Musetta Choi-hatcher, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2018

Can I breathe life when I am dead within?
Blood warms my cheeks, but is cold in my veins
My eyes flickering, though their light is dim
And I don’t shiver in the winter rains.
Maybe last year or just yesterday,
A slight trace remains in my memory.
Before my organs begun to decay;
Before my mind was in a cemetery.
Once things were bright, I lived without fears.
Then I did something I couldn’t forget.
There should be pain and there should be tears,
But those who are dead cannot feel regret.
Fresh air and sunlight once seeped through my skin;
But no, not now, as I am dead within.