Unnown 1 Poem by jesikalee gregory

Just sitting there staring,
looking at the unknown,
he looks and tells his life too,
the person on the phone,
wondering about him,
I crept closer to get a look,
he turned around and hit the ground,
and threw at me a book,
it seems he heard me,
and didn't want me to find out,
that he, the person I trusted,
had a really big doubt,
I was going to die the very next day,
but I would never believe a word,
he would ever say,
But he was right I died that night,
from the unknown,
my life would never show.