PT: A poem I wrote for class. My poetry sucks, but I was actually quite pleased with this one.

Disclaimer: The style of writing in House on Mango Street inspired ME, not the other way around.

Geraldo, Geraldo, Geraldo Blank--
He unwillingly left for Canaan's banks
He was alone, he departed in pain,
But he saw her again.
She watched him die, a total stranger;
He had left to save his family from danger.
Danger of failing in life, that's all he let known,
But there were holes in his story to be sewn.
He never told, he never could;
So he died, unknown as the dense woods.
Geraldo, Geraldo, No Last Name;
Death has made its unfair claim.