The Sad Death Poem by Chi Li

A sad atmosphere hang around in my room,
as my mom tells me that one of our relaitives are now dead.
For I would play chess alone,
but today, I just don't feel like it.
At night, I sat there, laying on my bed,
rivers of tears formed near my eyes.
The relaitive, I never got to meet,
because of the angry ocean, who wouldn't let us cross.
The sadness, I couldn't bear,
because it just not right, to take a loved one you never met away.