Voice Of A Lonely Stranger

• Alex Heydon, Grade 11
• Poetry
• 2011

Death falls as a blanket to cover all around
Sadness breed like plagued rats
Only worsening until confronted

Deaths firm hand snatches uncontrollably at all
Leaving only sadness in its wake
For happiness cannot come out of death

But it is only in deaths gentle hands that we find our final and everlasting peace