Last words

• Nathan Paulus, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2003

Bellowing amongst the shadows
Amidst the screams
Rapids rage across the streams
The animals are running
Running across the land
A shot fired, not to kill
Vase of flowers falls off a windowsill
Waiting for someone, something to take a stand
Nothing can be done
There is no hope
All will be gone

And here I am writing my last
I can feel it coming oh so fast
Hoping it will not bring too much pain
Too bad I lived life in the fast lane
No, this is not a time for regrets
I hope I'll be able to see what morning lets
In my mind an angel sings
Among the clouds a light overcomes me
What is left is left for only you to see