Going, Going, Gone

• Ruby Janetzki, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2009

The shadow covers the house,
Filling in all the empty places.
The sound of screaming rings loud and clear,
My heart is pounding filled with fear.
I open the door to see the face,
I have dreaded for all my days;
Pausing on the doorstep
I run and hide,
But to my dread the blood rushing through my
veins has now gone cold
And I am slowly fading
Going, going, gone...