Death

• Leaha-marie Hill-buxton, Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2005

As she crept along the tiles with a knife in her hand,
Selene wonders about death to human an unknown land.

As she held the knife to her neck everyone else slept in peace,
Finally her pointless life was to be ceased.

After she had cut through her flesh which was the colour of pink,
In agony she dropped the knife right into the sink.

Selene dropped to the floor howling in ache,
Blood flowed from her wound surrounding her in a lake.

The next thing Selene knew she was in a hospital bed,
Pillows tucked everywhere under her arms, legs and head.

That night Selene decided to end her life,
With just a prick from a needle and gone would be the strife;

Of having to live through a life as bitter a beer,
A life full of agony full of cries screams and leers.

As she crept along the tiles with a needle in her hand,
Sure enough Selene is now dead to human an unknown land.