Better Dead

July 4, 2008
By Rebecca Cortes, Parlin, NJ

The dead
how lucky
they feel no pain
the world
we know
lets darkness reign
the little girl
she sleeps
no more
the shrieking
hits you
to the core
the october wind
it pulls
your hair
the shadows
jump
Is someone there?
can you see
that light
that shines?
i cannot
where does
it hide?
The dead
they sleep
from head to toe
they are
free
from this world of woe.


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