Preposition Poem May 2013 | Page 7

In heaven,

in the soft and fluffy clouds,

beneath the warm and bright sun,

above my big house,

on top of the cloud,

above the state,

until I felt the cold rain,

over my home,

once I entered the golden gate of heaven,

HALLELUIAH!

By: Andres Arellano

In prison,

outside the gates moan walkers,

along my arm blood drips,

in my veins I feel the venom,

underneath me I hear the distant cries,

across from me Beth shoots a walker,

around the corner walkers try to break through the doors,

against my chest I feel the beat of Judas' heart,

across the room I yell to Beth to take Judas, she does not hesitate,

MOAN!

By: Fernando Archuleta