Death Row

• Jayde Skeggs, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2010

As I lay in the garden of darkened souls, I watch over your pale refection in the waters of hope. Staring in to your open thoughts, I wish the best for you. Your time in this prison you call a home is over and will never be forgotten. Many will miss you but not as much will remember your luring figure as they would your kind heart...