DEATH Poem: Echoes of the Ancestral Heart, by Tabir Amjad

Echoes of the Ancestral Heart,
Creating sensations in my wrists.

My wrists’ nerves pumping.
Whisper in my ears, persists.

Whispers into echoes of woes,
Tightening the noose around my wrists.

Echoes of woes into clear voices.
Tightening the grip of sharp tiny metals that pierce my wrists.

Voices into maniac yelling.
The voices of Ancestral Heart in my head:
whispering, echoing, wailing, and screaming.

The goddess Melancholy telling me to cut it.
Get rid of it.

Urging me to cut it.
Get rid of it.

Convincing me to end it.
Cut it, get rid of it, End it.