Griever fever

Zach Kaplan, iNews literary reporter


Rain pours down

I see the casket

Agony is a familiar sound

The priest produces a basket

It’s got apples and pears

Tears down one cheek

People watch but nobody cares

Our future is bleak

Death is like a man

With a black cloak and black hands

Slowly choking you to death

Quick! Get out one m.ore breath