Dead

• Stephanie Herbert, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2005

My hands are numb my lips are shaking my heart brakes with every excuse he’s making, I can take it I stand on the bench this man is a lyer a fraud, a cheat then I fell down suddenly weak. my head hit the wall I am covered in blood the next thing I know it turned into a flood its every where now there’s people around what was just my four friends has turned into a crowd I stand up slowly weak at the knee there wasn’t a sound not even a sneeze I collapse again I am caught half way down what once was silence is now really loud the next thing I know something is put over my eyes by a lady who’s tall I see a light straight up ahead then I realise I am DEAD!