Poem -
Death
Sickness
has bathed me,
death beckonsÂ
at my door.
Hammers
in my head,Â
screams of agony
going unheard.
Death is closer,
one foot in my room.
Nearer he comes.
I am afraid.Â
Then...
he caresses my face
and takes my hand in his.Â
The pain vanishes,
I feel alive once more.
No more screams echo
in the dark.Â
Just the words of death
welcoming me
as his long lost friend.Â
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Comments
Eerily brilliant and very relatable.Â
Hi Lily,
As I promised, I have read your last two powerful poems, and I'm now responding to them. Â You will see that I am known for comments written in poetic form, which I feel is my way of expressing my gratitude for their creation.
Pay no attention to his pseudo love
He only wants your soul
For Death has no living friends to speak
Just those in six foot holes
So now that you know his love is feigned
Maybe you will decide to stay
For there are people all around you
Who would cry if you went away
Peace and Love,
Larry xxx
This is captivating...A heart felt piece...Well done