English II P-AP English Poems
English II P-AP
Period 5
Death Can Be a Friend At Times
The wind blows, the leaves fall, but time still seems to stop
You close your eyes, and pray to God, that your heart doesn’t pop
You feel the bench below you; you see the grass and trees,
But none of it seems real to you – it has to be a dream.
You black out all the noises, hoping to fade away
So everyone ignores you, leaving you with dismay.
No one seems to notice, no one seems to care,
The pain inside that’s killing you brings you to despair.
‘It’s no one’s fault but yours’ you think, ‘they’re blameless – unknowing.’
Oh of course -- how could they, with all the smiles you’ve been showing.
Your laughter and high spirits, your joy and felicity –
All deceitful lies
Period 5
Death Can Be a Friend At Times
The wind blows, the leaves fall, but time still seems to stop
You close your eyes, and pray to God, that your heart doesn’t pop
You feel the bench below you; you see the grass and trees,
But none of it seems real to you – it has to be a dream.
You black out all the noises, hoping to fade away
So everyone ignores you, leaving you with dismay.
No one seems to notice, no one seems to care,
The pain inside that’s killing you brings you to despair.
‘It’s no one’s fault but yours’ you think, ‘they’re blameless – unknowing.’
Oh of course -- how could they, with all the smiles you’ve been showing.
Your laughter and high spirits, your joy and felicity –
All deceitful lies