Third Place—Middle School
My heart is slow, my soul is weak.
My eyelids drop, I strain to peek.
My strength is fading quickly now
Oh, no, I see a light shine down
Is it Heaven? Is it Angels?
But I hear some car keys jangle.
The light is but a spotlight
Shining down with all its might
To find the lost around me
Lying oh so very silent
Although I hear the workers
Running all around,
I look to my right to the mother who fell down.
Beyond her I see the college boy who said,
“See you on the other side because this is the end.”
Even though I thank those who saved me from my death,
For those who died before me, I regret not being dead.