Damned

• Alec Bond, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2022

No one guilty,
No one free.
A life of cruelty or
One small mistake of purity.
Someone sweet, someone good
Will believe they have done more bad than they should;
While a demon free of conscience has little heavy heart.
Don't you see...
It doesn't matter how you died,
Or how much mourners cried,
Against the feather we will fall,
A heavy heart looming tall.
So many souls,
Good and pure,
We are all
Doomed, damned, dead