Upon us is death, becomes closer every day

We take in breath after breath until we don’t

Our loved ones crying wishing we could stay

We beg for mercy but we know Grim won’t

As time ticks we start to disintegrate

Unrecognizable by the ending

We always get told it is written by fate

Only memories left of our existing

Harshness and pain start to leave our body

Scars and bruises disappear in the light

We are panicked at the moment of glee

The atmosphere completely changes bright

The security reached within the dark

Is a candle that sadly lost its spark

Brooke Spadaccia

Age 15, Grade 10

Northampton Area High School

Northampton Area School District