Hand In Hand

• Victoria Bassett-wilton, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2015

Life and Death walk hand in hand,
One cannot survive without the other
Their service is to the grains of sand,
They are enemies,
Who must be friends,
Their current victim needs therapy,
But refuses to open up,
For her loss is like an ever-empty cup.
Death has given her a kiss
Though Life clutches at her wrist,
Desperately searching her glazed eyes
Telling her that she must coexist
She laughs coldly for a moment
But then she closes her eyes, and lessens her grip on George
And then her flailing heart begins to beat for another’s Life
Death steps back, today he will not add another to his forge