DEATH COMES

A creaking on the stairs, a door squealing on it’s hinge,
Each new sound, causing me to cringe.
Movement seen, from the corner of my eye,
I quiver and shake, then break down and cry.
When will he come, why does he make me wait in fear?
Whispers in the Cimmerian night, is that my name I hear?
Why does he whisper my name, why doesn’t he just come,
He knows there is nowhere to hide, nowhere for me to run.
Death is a great equalizer, for each and every one of us,
Some will suffer, some will go with no fuss.
If I have to go, just take me now.
Do it quickly, just don’t tell me how.

-Margi C.
copyrighted1998

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DEATH COMES A creaking on the stairs, a door squealing on it’s hinge, Each new sound, causing me to cringe. Movement seen, from the corner of my eye, I quiver and shake, then break down and cry. When will he come, why does he make me wait in fear? Whispers in the Cimmerian night, is that my name I hear? Why does he whisper my name, why doesn’t he just come, He knows there is nowhere to hide, nowhere for me to run. Death is a great equalizer, for each and every one of us, Some will suffer, some will go with no fuss. If I have to go, just take me now. Do it quickly, just don’t tell me how. -Margi C. copyrighted1998 Return to Dark Impressions Go to Poetic Impressions Go to My Odyssey Go to My Sister