Death

• Rhys Kelly, Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2004

Death is like 100s of swords stabed Deaply into you heart
Like an unstopable virus has taken over Your body
Like when someone close to dies you Fill like there is no reson to live
Like the fire in your heart has been Extinguished
Like walking through a field of dead Flowers.
Its like a sad clown
Its what jesus felt when he died on the Cross to save as all from eternity in Hell that is the true meaning of death Eterity in hell