Death
The dark night creeps to me,
The night is chilly and black,
I can not see,
Wind plays with my hair,
The temperature is cold,
Against skin so bare,
Taking a step.
I hear voices talk,
How can this be?
I am alone on this walk,
Something grabs me,
I can not scream,
Shoved to the ground,
With the weight of a beam,
Shaking with fear,
I can not breathe,
Buried in dirt,
I can not ever leave.