National Poetry Day Message Poem by Sam Harvey, Ardingly College Prep.

Liz Brownlee ♦ October 6, 2016 ♦ Leave a comment

The Water of Death

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The water of death

it cannot be better.

Friends, family, everything gone,

so I swim alone, wishing, hoping.

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The water of death

not to see in the dark

not to see my loved ones again

trying to dodge the endless trash

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The water of death

everywhere I look there is death lurking, creeping

throwing endless cages for me to get trapped

and endless rods to get me impaled

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The water of death

I am still trying to escape

but still death is relentless

until I see the darkness spread

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© Sam Harvey  (12)

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