Death

• Olivia Bennett, Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2015

The tears burn my blood-shot face,
My heart is over-flowing with regret.
I let out a scream of pain,
A pain I'll never forget.
I can longer feel life in my body,
I fear I cried it out.
Never in all my life,
Have I felt so much doubt.
For death is an evil magic,
It sucks hope out of people's lives.
My body is replete with anger,
It makes me want to rip and tear and rive.
Death is so powerful,
You can't just whip out your sword.
For death an only be beaten,
By the power of the lord.