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The Last Leaf
I’m stuck
 You've caught me
 You don’t know it yet
 
 Here I am
 Hanging on a delicate mandala of silky, capillary fibers
 Beautifully crocheted in a complex, radial network of death
 As white as the winter snow
 Untainted by the spoils of spring
 Raindrops have gathered along the fine strands
 Weighing them down, creating distortions in your masterpiece
 
 As beautiful as it is, I must escape
 I cannot move
 Feathery white threads gracefully appear
 Hindering my arms and legs
 I survey my surroundings with hopeless fervor
 Knowing inside that struggle is pointless
 
 I am not alone
 Others are here
 Too many to count
 Like yellow blades of grass in the cool autumn air
 As we all look around
 Endless eyes of never ending emptiness
 We realize our escape is as futile as reaching the stars
 We somberly resign to our fate
 Which you take gleefully
 
 Like a dragon hoards golden paraphernalia and an abundance of jewels
 You hold the hearts of all whose lives you proclaimed as your own
 You become the keeper of our inner most thoughts and dreams
 You become the keeper of untold secrets and private caverns of thought
 You become the keeper of those who work the hardest and those who loaf about
 You become the keeper of principle and dishonesty
 You become the keeper of happiness and rage
 You become the keeper of curiosity and indifference
 
 We all look on in despair as the sun sets in the west
 Sinking below the horizon, seeming to say goodbye for the last time
 And as the last glittering sliver passed down the horizon
 Night fell
 
 This is your territory
 You hold the power here
 
 I feel vibrations running through my body
 Slowly at first, like waves in the middle of a desolate ocean
 Soon they grow stronger, like waves crashing down upon rocks
 Reverberating in my head, throwing my thoughts off a cliff of disarray
 In the complete pandemonium of my brain a lone thought stands alone
 I’m afraid
 Terrified beyond all imagine
 
 I hear you before I see you
 The soft pitter-patter of your feet
 I close my eyes, unwilling to greet death face to face
 I hear you gliding all round me to the others
 Surveying your new goods that you can plunder before the sun comes back to the desolation you’ve done
 
 
 
 
 
 
 I can perceive that you’re going to everyone 
 Observing but not stopping
 Why won’t you stop
 
 Are you simply relishing in your power to implant terror into us without simply lifting a delicate finger
 Why won’t you stop
 Are you looking for the juiciest specimen to start your nightly bloodbath on
 Or simply wanting to pick of the little sick ones and save the best for last
 Why won’t you stop
 
 I hear you come towards me
 I can feel icy tendrils creeping around me
 Trapping me in a cocoon of fear
 
 Why me
 Is this why I was put on this earth
 To be devoured by you
 No 
 It cannot be
 But it is
 My life up to this point was pointless
 A fruitless endeavor
 Nothing ever became of me
 I must let it go
 If it was meant to be
 Why fight
 
 I hear you stop before me
 
 It has been decided
 
 I’m the first
 
 I slowly open my eyes, now a dark blue, clouded by the horrible truth that has been thrust upon me
 I see you
 Monstrous
 Your legs arch up above your body
 Unending steel beams holding you up
 Coarse follicles of hair gather along your legs
 Eight of them I count
 Your enormous body is almost impossible to see in the black of night
 But I know it is there
 I can feel the sickly, humid heat radiating off you in pulses
 The spring of adrenaline that must be coursing through your veins
 Your head looks down upon me in absolute smugness
 You’re eyes, black and beady
 Hundreds of them, jutting out at different angles
 All-seeing
 Prospecting me as I’m bound helplessly to your silent automaton of death
 You stand over me in your ego trip of self-satisfaction and majesty
 You have conquered me
 A miniscule bug in your subjective eyes
 
 I watch silently as you slowly rear back, preparing to affirm my face
 
 I close my eyes preparing for the inevitable grim end
 
 Pain
 Torment
 My back arched as a raw scream of dizzying agony was ripped from my lungs
 My eyes are involuntarily wretched open by my brain
 Your razor sharp knife-life teeth imbed themselves into my taunt skin
 Your jaw an iron mechanism
 My body spasms
 Impulsive and uncontrolled
 Your legs
 Encircle and entomb
 Forcing me into subservience
 I feel as you seduce the blood from within my veins
 My essence flowing into your greedy mouth
 Never to be seen again
 Numbness begins to invade my body
 Blackness encroaches on the edges of my vision
 
 In the last few seconds
 Of what could be called life
 But you take away so swiftly
 Too soon to be decided
 I gaze past you
 And look at the stars
 Twinkling brightly 
 In mocking laughter
 
 
 
 The last leaf fell

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