Death

Death

A Poem by 50centdolly

It is inevitable

Unavoidable

The sword looming overhead

Cold metal glinting

Looking menacing

 

The questions

It creates

Oblivion?

Will it happen?

Forgotten?

I don’t want that.

 

The dusty memory

Which is me

Will it blow away?

In the fierce wind’s sway?

When it blows South?

When my crouth

Is finished?

 

Questions unanswered

I can’t stand it

The thought of this

It paralyzes me

A tree in still air

Empty, a shell with no heir

It leaves me.

 

The thought

Leaves me this

Ungracious gift

Of fear

It may be near

The knife

That cuts the line in a strike

That holds my sword.

 

Sword of death

The cause of my last

Breath

It is inevitable

Unavoidable

This sword

Of death

Cold metal glinting

Looking menacing.

 

It has no pity

On those it takes

It is inevitable

Unavoidable.

It is death


© 2017 50centdolly



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Okay, maybe put the head transplant off till next week. Make the most of it. You only get one go at it.

Posted 3 Months Ago


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Death never discriminates, age, sex, social standing, it cares not and collects at will.
Holly S is what all of my daughters friends call her, strange eh ??

Posted 4 Months Ago


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Added on June 16, 2017
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