The End

• Aden Ezra, Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2016

I have
always foreseen
this because it has
emerged from the mist
and as I see my fate is as unavoidable
as I prepare to welcome death. This is the end,
and as death creeps towards me I don't weep.
Then the whooshing sound comes
over me. The moon shines bright
tonight and I realize this
is a must. this
is it.

the end.
I am now dust.