Death- Jared Wade
Death
Never shall I forget that night, the first night in camp
Seven times cursed and seven times sealed
I wanted to see myself in the mirror hanging on the opposite wall
But a corpse was staring back
A dark flame had entered my soul and devoured it
Face-to-face with the angel of death
Death
It's everywhere
All around All I see
Is death
A living nightmare
Everyone is afraid
Was there a single place where one was not in danger of death?
What can we expect? Its war
Jared,
ReplyDeleteI love the beginning and end of your poem, i feel like it ties everything together. Another thing that stood out to me was line 6 ¨face-to-face with the angel of death.¨. I think you could have come up with a better title but overall great job!