Welcome Visitor: Login to the siteJoin the site

The Death of Matthew McGee

Poetry By: Trillosophy

I was inspired by the Raven, well actually, just Edgar Allan Poe's dark style of writing as a whole. I personified Death in this one. Not exactly original, but it was interesting to write.

Submitted:Nov 19, 2012    Reads: 12    Comments: 5    Likes: 3   

I remember that day
Ah, yes, I remember it well
And sadly to say, it ended not so swell
I can remember the cries
There were plenty of screams
I couldn't help but laugh
They were shocked, so it seems
However, this is my job
It's something I must do
Because life is like an essay
That must be turned in when due
I stepped inside the building
They were happy, so it seems
A simple basketball game
With two opposing teams
However, there was one soul
One soul in the cheering crowd
He was a quiet soul
Of course, I didn't require him to be loud
This one soul was troubled
With his hand placed close to his waist
You could tell that he was infuriated
It was etched all over his face
And within seconds, he thrust it in the air
Firing loud, disturbing shots
You should have seen the faces in there
He didn't wanna hurt anyone
Not any innocent souls, you see
We both had one guy in mind
His name was Matthew McGee
Within the blink of an eye
He pointed the gun towards Matthew McGee
Firing loud, disturbing shots
Man, it was a sight to see
And poor Matthew McGee
He was only seventeen
He fell to the ground with a loud thump
There was no more life left, you see
And as the crowd ran around crazily
I smiled to myself, you see
I traversed slowly across the room
For the soul of Matthew McGee
Everyone has a destined time to go
A destined time to leave
See you, you are going to die
Everyone dies
Except for me


| Email this story Email this Poetry | Add to reading list


About | News | Contact | Your Account | TheNextBigWriter | Self Publishing | Advertise

© 2013 TheNextBigWriter, LLC. All Rights Reserved. Terms under which this service is provided to you. Privacy Policy.