Death

Two weeks ago, we shared some classic storytelling from Rizzo. It only seems far that I share some of things I've written long ago. I recently came across the 1993-1994 Sterling Middle School Literary Magazine. It contains lots of work from many of my friends, which I'm happy to share. For now, take a look at this awful poem from me with art assistance from my friend Coby Toland.

Death
by Wes Clark
8th Grade

Death is like a storm,
A large black ball of fright,
At first it might seem warm,
But it freezes in the night.

The darkness overcomes you,
It drags you like a kite.
This experience is something new,
Like loosing the final fight.

Lightning streaks the sky,
You stand in frozen fear.
The clean air makes you high,
As the storm drifts near.

The storm has come upon us,
People cream like shrews.
There is no need to fight,
For now your life is through