The PathA Poem by DeathWriter
This is a poem that I thought of randomly in class.
Walking down this dark path,
Not paying attention to my surroundings,
My hood pulled up, my bangs hanging out,
I look the same as when I was alive.
I should have listened to her.
If I did, I wouldn't be dead.
My stubbornness, however, took over,
Leading me down a path of death.
I was just walking along,
Following my instincts, never looking up,
Till I felt someone following me.
My head jerked up, my eyes widened, ready for the attack.
He came at me with full speed,
Never giving me the chance to dodge,
His body ramming me to the ground.
The sound of his laughter filled the darkness.
I sat up slightly, staring my attacker in the face.
His sunken eyes bore into my soul,
His bony face gleaming in the moonlight.
Death had come to tell me it's my time.
Taking his hand and standing up,
I knew it was my time to go.
My soul was taken out of me,
Adding to his collection.
He allowed me to stay here,
On the Earth that I love.
No one can see me, but that doesn't bother me.
I was invisible, even when I was seen.
So now I just walk this dark path,
Looking for the light to peace.
For now, however, I must keep walking.
I will find it someday.
© 2012 DeathWriter
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