Death

• Tracie Cheng, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2010

The cold chilling clutches of death
Taking away your every breath,
Leaving your family mourning for you
Just because your time is due.

Saddened that you’ve left them behind,
You sincerely hope that they won’t mind.
Without looking back, you begin to walk,
Pale and clammy, white as chalk.

You recall the events of your passing,
Every detail you find frightening
To have your existence quickly snuffed out.
Your world turns dull, all washed-out.

The final journey is revealed.
It is with the Lucifer, you strike a deal.
Falling into the pits of hell,
Not to your family, but to your soul you bid farewell.