Death

• Hillary Hewitt, Grade 10
• Poetry
• 2003

It affects me everyday and every night.
The hole in my heart will never be patched,
My life still goes on but not in flight.
My emotions are hidden to never be hatched.
Filled with fury and pain
I'm always looking for someone to blame.
Then it comes to me, it's my fault,
Maybe I caused all this suffering.
But how, why, i didn't mean too.
What's is this hardship,
that takes something and never gives it back?
He's gone forever, never to be seen of heard from again.
We just simply call this death.