Poem -

Death

author
Colleen Forsyth
Death

Death is a whisper away... From YOU.

We all are waiting to be taken away, by the fingers of Death.

His single whisper can torture anyone who come near...

His face is agony, furious and hatred towards us...

We all die.

We all live.

We all are looking for something,

But DEATH is looking for you...

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Total votes: 2
Tags: 
Dark Death Devil Dying
Poetry Genre: 
Drama Tragedy
Topic: 
Mystery
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Christopher Correia

macabre scenario you painted here, Colleen, excellent work...I like how you personified 'death' and the randomness of it's touch....a dark, well constructed write, enjoyed....and a belated welcome to the site, cheers poet 

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