Deathly GraspA Poem by TM "Ree" Tate
a darker piece about life, prompted by an image
The Angel of Death stands watch
over the ancient cradle of youth.
Biding his time until old age approaches.
Searching for the sign with which
he will conquer; nay, vanquish, his foe.
The smallest indication of weakness,
or folly will call forth his damning cue.
Innocently the babe grows, insular,
unknowing of the blighted shadow
hovering behind his every movement.
Joyfully progressing through merry days,
plodding onward against trial and tribulation.
Blissfully ignorant of what Fate has decreed;
He draws nigh to pestilence embodied;
It's deathly grasp reaching out to embrace.
His Fate is sealed forevermore.
© 2011 TM "Ree" Tate
Added on June 6, 2011
Last Updated on June 6, 2011
TM "Ree" Tate
AboutHi, I am Ree *tmtate from AP. I have a lifelong love of reading and writing. I am 41, divorced, no kids--just a cat; Wolfie. Born and raised in Ohio, moved to Tennessee at age 19. I have worked part .. more..
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