Deaths Role

• Josie Mackey, Grade 5
• Poetry
• 2009

you fear ones close tear
the cry inside letting out
a fearsome tear ready to depart
all alone by yourself inside and out makes you feel ones true bow
love is like rain its shatters if hits the ground
blood of souls good win bound
painfull as a tear,cold and hard like a heart of gold
makes you feel ones true bow
it all happens as slow as a loved ones death
with tears in your heart he'll never quite depart
he'll see you smile when one is happy again
a town full of spirts lurcking out as a peacefull place takes place
we'll smile his smile as in pride
to make sure he'll never quite depart
blood of souls good win bound makes you feel ones true bow.