Death

• Wynona Harvey-nelson, Grade 11
• Poetry
• 2009

The cold night
The bitter fight
Every stress and goal
Every pain in termoil

Death knocking on the door
Feet tapping on the floor
Breaths short and fast
Waiting for the very last
Screams and crys
Calls for sunrise
Tears when it comes
When death is finally done

Words are never uttered
Words are never stuttered
Silence wells over
Closing the book forever
Tears continue to fall
Even after the final call
Promises of a better day
Of one not so far away

The sun will always rise
Another son always dies
Another pain stabs the chest
Leaving the wound to fest
More tears arive
Never for those alive
Give them time to moarn
Wait till the breaking of dawn

The cold night
The bitter fight
I hear death knocking on my door
And I close my eyes forever more