What is it to feel death?
To have stollen our breath.
Seeing is believing,
to witness cold, harsh, death.

I see loved ones leaving,
death’s cold grip receiving.
Seeing them fall away
I cannot stop grieving.

Seeing vibrancy gray, 
So still, life stands at bay.
They have now gone away,
I’ll see them soon, one day.

-- Robert O., 9th-12th Grade