Another poem. This one and "Fear" were both written in my honors English class- sort of rushed if you asked me... my teacher was really intent on it having a "pattern" even though it's free verse. Weirdo...

//Death\\

Death

brushes against my

undeveloped mind...

caressing it

with long, slender

fingers. Yearning with

palpable hunger

for my innocent soul.

Well? How did you like it? Please review and tell me what you think!