DEATH

• Ahmad Taha, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2007

My grandmother died
I felt like committing suicide
The sky was dull
I wanted to give away my skull
There was pain in my brain
I felt like I was insane
I was planing on doing something bad
But I couldn’t because I was sad
I never met her
I was burning as if i was wearing thick fur I wanted to go to town
I thought it would calm me down
I came back home
From the telstra dome, my mates came past
At the very last
They bowled me over with cheer, that's life.