This is an essay I wrote first semester:
Cheesesandwhich-2Below is s poem that emerged from the violence unit:
Death
It is a cycle
Filled with hatred and war
I died during combat
Death awaited me
Took my hand
Walked me down the ground
And smiled
I knew I died
But for what was right
I made a difference
Death was joyful
I had nothing to fear
For it gave me eternity
Death
It will always come
Never can escape him
So I take his hand
He walks me down
Dark hills and trees
Quench my breath
And I feel free
Free to be breathless
Never breathe again
I feel as if I died
Knowing I did something good
Knowing I made a difference
And for that I promise
To meet Death and take his hand
For I did my time
And together we will do ours