Darkness

• Zachary Phillips, Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2003

You have so little space … It is so cold

You may scream but no one hears you

You may cry or pour out all of your feelings

But you know you don’t have much time

You gasp for air but none is left

You have nothing to lose and nothing to gain

You take a chance and gamble with death

A roll of the dice decides your fate … You Lose

Now it is time he grasps his large scythe

You hold your breath and wait, death is gone

Your journey has not yet ended

your destiny is unclear

Your next encounter will be your last

But now, just for now

You will keep on fighting

And never give in