Death at the DoorA Poem by Carlton RolleAs 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. © 2015 Carlton Rolle |
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2 Reviews Added on June 26, 2015 Last Updated on June 26, 2015 AuthorCarlton RolleNew York City, NYAboutI write because I must. Keeping towards a way to seek the message. Something that we all need, trust, and love. To speak an existence. To understand something's life. To work on hope and companio.. more..Writing
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