Death

• Bianca Farley, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2012

I was forced upon this world
In the dry dusts of death.

Gigantic trees surround me
I barely see the moonlight

Exhausted, eerie actions
My eyes closing forevermore

Raging, rambling thoughts
running rapidly through me

Weary Wind whispers
Nocturnal noises nibble at my nerves

Curdling cries carry on
The bestial, brutish blood bath begins