DEATH Poem: Quiet Endings, by Alexandra Shandrenko

Beneath the weight of silence,
the body lays, still and pale,
where once a heart beat steady,
now only shadows tell the tale.

Whispers fill the empty room,
of laughter, love, and fear,
but all that remains is the space—
the absence where you once were near.

The breath that danced with morning,
the hands that held the sky,
now rest beneath the cold, dark earth,
as the final hours pass by.

A thread that once was golden,
now frayed and worn, untold,
and in the quiet, beneath the soil,
the body is wrapped in cold.

All that remains is the coffin’s lid,
the weight of the end, serene,
the hands that grasped, the eyes that saw,
now lost in the spaces between.

And in the stillness, a soft release,
the pulse of life now still,
the body rests, the soul takes flight—
death’s quiet, final chill.