Death's Door

• Brooke Martin, Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2011

As I walked through the cemetery,
In the dead of the night,
I heard a faint creak,
And then saw a light.

I walked towards it,
And then heard a scream,
I thought as I walked,
That it was all just a dream.

I pinched myself hard,
Then let out a yelp,
This wasn’t a dream,
I thought as I cried out for help.

My legs kept on walking,
Then I walked through the door,
I saw a black figure,
I was dead for sure.