Death

• Emma Davis, Grade 10
• Poetry
• 2012

Ill claim what has been perished, for it is forever mine
Take what is held most dear, embody the reason you mourn
I conquer a state of oblivion, incorporeal, a wisp of bereavement
Loom over diseased and elderly, a chime of fate
For I shall always exist, without being alive
Unable to live,
Unable to die