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Afterlife

In the darkest hours of the night
I can feel Death’s breath upon
Soft and chilling with a hint of zest
It taunts me
Its low whispers slither into my ear
Whilst the smell of decaying flesh suffocates me
I can see the shadows
Lurking from the corner of my eye
Teardrops float from my eyes
As the room began to enclose
Black smoke curls up the walls
Creeping towards my iced skin
Death is coming for me
But I fear naught
Through the silhouette’s carcass
A dim light shines within
The light flickers erratically
But never loses potency
My heart drums a strew of pounds
As the walls are engulfed in darkness
I can’t run
I can’t hide under my blanket
But the light seems over powering
It bursts through the thick clouds
The snake supplied the apple
But I had made my choice
It’s a gamble at the most
A fool’s game
Sin’s temptation strikes at any glance
But it is more important whom
Not how
I am me no one else
I found my light
Now time to find yours
 
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