Death at the Door

As death knocks upon my door, I don’t shudder anymore.

I’ve felt it’s presence near and far.

It’s made me feel quite the star.

I wonder if I’ll feel the pain,

When its scythe goes through my brain.

Will it numb me?

Will it tease me?

These feelings never release me.

They confide in me.

We are one and the same.

So no one is to blame when death steps in.

Reviews

[Bear]

Creative and witty, the rhyme scheme is right and the reading flow and meter is good, a well constructed poem. I look forward to reading more of your work

[Carlton Rolle]

I appreciate your words. Be on the lookout for more!!!

[olyvia]

very relatable for me. i also like the flow of the poem!

[Carlton Rolle]

Thanks for reaching out.