Death

• Claudia Francis, Grade 11
• Poetry
• 2010

Vile breath on my shoulder
Never knowing; so many possibilities
Overtime lethargic; draws closer with age
Unquestionably around the corner
Loathing whispers of worry
How long do we have?
A shadow absent
A touch of haven
The closing stage
Passing in the end
Engulfed in darkness
Lived in dread
What was the point?
Why fear the inevitable?