To cry until you can’t even shed tears
Or blame yourself for everything bad that happened
And it’s not odd to
Feel cheated for the rest of your life
Or to feel weak and helpless
And it’s not odd to blame a certain person or people for the death
Or to feel hatred in your heart
And it’s not odd to become an empty shell of emotion
Or to feel that this poem is repetitive
Because this poem isn’t just about death
It’s also a manual for how to deal with it
To accept it and get over it
Because death is like a predator stalking you
And you will never outrun it.
It will come in for the kill sooner or later.
If you are happy and you have hope
The predator will have no teeth.
Make an impression on the world
And continue running from the predator.
This is my impression to the world!
Good health to all,
I am immortal in poetry.
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- Shane Smeaton, 8th Grade
- The Charter School of San Diego
- October 2001