RAFT
(R)=Death (A)=The Living (F)=Poem (T)=Afterlife
Death
Standing in darkness
Shadows are real.
Staring down an endless void
Coldness is what I feel.
Shadows like dreams
In the still of night.
Trembling in fear,
horror and fright
A thick fog surrounds me
As evil terror grows near.
From a far off distance
the shadow becomes clear.
A crackling of thunder
and flashes of light
wet mist falls
covering my face
and most of the night.
Strong winds blow
Dreadful weather rains down.
The world I knew
is no where to be found.
I stand in this realm
in uncertainty and shame
Voices from beyond
keep calling my name.
I thought you did such a great job on your poem. If teaching does not workout become a a poet. What an interesting point of view.
ReplyDeleteThis is an incredible poem.
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