Death

In eight grade, we were required to write 8 poems for class. Today, I found a small notebook containing those poems. Here is one called Death:

An all too familiar noise pierces through the night air
Rocking the foundations of the earth
Ricocheting through the walls and in my head
I feel the echoes coursing through my veins
Towards me
Always toward me
Knock, knock, KNOCK!

I know that knock
For it has visited here before
It took granddad
It took grandma
It took Sadler
It stole my heart

I know it is not satisfied
It has come back for the rest of me
For who else would it be here for if no one else is around?

I try to RRRRRRRRRUUUUUUUUNNNNNN, it follows me
I stumble
Where is the S P A C E ?
I cannot see
With flailing arms I grope forwards into the unknown

Where to go? Where to hide? To disappear!?
In Here, a voice beckons
I follow it
Transfixed.
But I realize, too late
It is a TRAP

Don't take me!
Please no! NO!!!
I'm not ready! Look at the time
It doesn't hear me
Just looms overhead
I try to make a break for it

But too late, it has me
I am
Out of places to RUN, out of TIME.