The surroundins are still.
It seems as if
Nothing dares to move.
Afraid of the concequinces.
Even the trees
are standing there ground
Against the wind.
The only other being
In this area
Is motionless.
No use trying to create
A conversation.
The hand placed over
The Cheast.
A heartbeat is felt.
Unable to understand
This feeling of being dead.
Maybe it's that
There's nothing to hope
Or live for.
Lying and waiting
For something
Anything.