Skip to main content

Death

At my door Death stood
With scythe in his hand
“Come,” he breathed,
“the other side awaits thee.”

Terrified I arose
Though I did not want
Yet follow I must
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Dec 2018
About this poem:
Word count: 30

Poems entered on these pages are copyrighted by the authors who entered them. They cannot be reproduced without the author's written consent. © Copyright 2001-2021. All rights reserved.

Post Comment

Comments (5)

godsprincess
Thumb your nose at him and slam the door on his face!

Kathy wave
steve1223
Thank you Kathy ... this sounds like good advice tongue

laugh laugh
Yankee4you
Sounds so sinister....like the grim reaper....
steve1223
Thank you Yankee4you ... there is something grim about the reaper alright

cheers
Nuwahri61
Hi Steve .......good to see you back mate ..........interesting write bud ......I am with GP on this one ......Regards NUcool
Post Comment - Let others know what you think about this Poem
Report Abuse for this page, if inappropiate

Stats for this Poem

on Dec 2018
332 Views
Last Viewed: 7 hrs ago
Last Commented: Feb 2019

Feeling Creative?

We use cookies to ensure that you have the best experience possible on our website. Read Our Privacy Policy Here