Death

• Charlie Jiang, Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2019

Death, the fear of everyone
It is something, that cannot be conquered
Like being unconscious, but more than just a little stun
You're dead now, was life fun?
Death, inescapable, as we know it
Pursuing with only success as its determination
It strikes and embraces and with one hit
What is left of us will disintegrate, bit by bit
It tears what could not have been teared before, now it appears
Bringing our soul somewhere only known to the dead
Bringing us to the realm beyond fear
No one lives forever, the end is near